Michael Cash wrote:
> http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/

Cheers Mike.

-- 
The ballerina stood on point, her toes curled like shrimp, not 
deep-fried shrimp because, as brittle as they are, they would have 
cracked under the pressure, but tender ebi-kind-of-shrimp, pink and 
luscious as a Tokyo sunset, wondering if her lover was in the Ginza, 
wooing the geisha with eyes reminiscent of roe, which she liked better 
than ebi anyway - Brian Tacang

http://www.sjsu.edu/depts/english/2003.htm