Good sushi is…

I once had a delicious feed of sushi with my Dad, about half of it sashimi so fresh that it almost made me want to grab a salmon bear-style out a nearby stream and take a bite. I went for a walk later that night, and it being a classically damp Vancouver evening, it wasn’t long before I had to sidestep a moderate sized slug. It had a graceful curve in its tail, and it glistened tantalizingly in the street light, not unlike a slice of tuna sashimi. And for about half a second, I thought: “MAN that looks tasty.”