A supposedly Horrible Thing Ille probably do Again

Just got back from togiac.
strange place on the edge of alaska, looked like ireland, seals and whales. I
was there for herring, they come in great numbers to breed and we fish for the
females who's caviar is something special in Japan. The other deckhand quit, so
it was just me, and the captain. out there in the otherworldlyness of the Togiac
fishing grounds. eerie, on Deck for 24 hour stretches on planet togiac, having
conversations with dead authors and planning out the next 10 years of my life.
I left to escape the proffesional smile, I cancled my car insurance and turned
off my cell phone, which gets no reception here anyway , and I left. but I
wonder, why didnt they tell me what I was trading, For instance Mike: I didnt
know that after 18 hours on deck one begins to hallucinate. Auditory at first
" why wont my I phone stop Ringing, furthermore how can I here it ringing over
the 80 mile an hour gust whipping around the mast rigging... who would possibly
be calling me at 4 am and how do I get reception...out here...on planet togiac.
After 24 hours on deck awake, grinding, you begin to
hallucinate visually, the authors you were having conversations with moments
earlier, appear on deck. The midnight sun sets and the ocean is as vacant as
your thoughts are lucid ... your rowe incrusted (winners circle) beanie and the
moon, companions in a cloudless sky. Was that you David Foster wallace? ducking
behind the power roller at the aft end of the deck, trying to avoid the
inevitable barrage of tired questions that always follows your presence, the
same contrite, "look at me understanding your work because I feel like your
writing just to me" questions, that every sarcastic postmodern type fan has...
is that why you have taken up residence on the aft end of the deck, to keep me,
and the moon company on this cloudless night... on planet togiac?

I know what 200 tons of herring does to ones back and knees. I know what 50,000
gallons of herring sperm smells like. I have broken anchors and I have no more
delusions about the romance of the working class heroe. Ya dig... I think I lost
my mind... out there in planet togaic... Ille get that salmon... then that
halibut... then some crab, and ille be home.... Hope life is finding you well
your missed