“I hate the dead fish. It’s so gross,” Daniel Duffy says, offering me a flaccid clarification. “Maybe it’s just an old fashioned thing. Someone should give you a hearty handshake, and you should look them in the eye.” For some, a handshake is the typical and proper way to introduce oneself to strangers and acquaintances alike. But for Duffy, a solid handshake was also the catalyst behind his newly created publication, one whose focus was deeper digging journalism with a creative and honest framework.
Duffy and I exchanged words over several discounted rounds of Pabst amid a dusty vintage aura the Ten Cat Tavern seemed to radiate from its antiquated walls. The location seemed adequate, if only for the additional questions it provided me via the book club meeting being held around the corner from our table. Since Duffy was significantly interested in literature of all shapes and lengths, he shared some of his literary aspirations that shaped his current and future goals. “Someone who I would not be where I am today without him is Jack Kerouac. My brother told me I had to read On The Road and that was basically, a few years later, what made me drop out of school and move to California,” Duffy shamelessly admits.
The Handshake Magazine, the aforementioned concept Duffy has been sitting on for years, finally began to take form this spring. Read More…
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It didn’t used to be like this. When the nation was divided and brother fought brother, vampires were vicious. Blood thirsty and brutal, civil war era vampires hated humans just as much as they hated slaves. And the only thing to get in their way was the 16th president. A complete badass named Abraham Lincoln.
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