Gustavo Arellano Gets A Pile Of Poop in the Mail

I get a lot of snail mail from ustedes–praise and scorn, books and lewd photos, rants and raves. But it wasn’t until earlier this week that someone sent me an honest-to-goodness bag of shit.

Luckily, Arellano didn’t have to deal with the doody himself. That task was left to the staff of the Eugene Weekly–which carries his column–where the poop was sent.

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