Years ago, there was a big saltwater tank right in the entryway of the studio. There were four sharks –two leopards (one of them was named Def), a grey nurse and some other kind, maybe a dogfish shark. An eel lived in a little cave-like hole and one colorful, reef fish somehow survived for a long time, although there had been numerous attempts on its life. The sharks were generally pretty peaceful, but the grey nurse would lay at the bottom, sort of up on its two front fins like a dog would sit. It could see outside of the tank and would look at you as you walked by…its head would follow your movement. That shark seemed a little mean.
At one point, the tank maintenance guy was there and put a skate in with the sharks. That day when I arrived, I walked in and the first thing I saw was the nurse shark with the skate in its mouth, thrashing its head around. I yelled, “Shark attack!” the other guys came running in and the maintenance guy took the skate away from the shark and tossed the thing into a bucket below. In the months following, the fish and the eel were finally done in.
I remember having a dream that I was in the entryway and the tank shattered, but the sharks didn’t pour to the floor with the water and flip around, they swam gracefully down the hallway though the air. I hid in the lounge behind a big road case and they came in there, swimming in circles as I tried to come up with a plan to get out. I don’t remember what happened next, since it was a dream, I was probably all of a sudden at the airport while my kindergarten teacher carved turkey.
I missed the final days of the tank, but I heard that the grey nurse went on a killing spree, attacking and mutilating the three others, one by one. Sometimes the violence was witnessed, other times Eric would come in to find another victim. He got rid of the whole set up and that grumpy shark was relocated to a tank in a Thai food restaurant.
Happy New Year...we're going to have fun and cause some trouble in 2011,