I would like to thank all the turkeys who, maybe sacrificed or gave up their lives isn't quite the right way to state it, but those turkeys who died so I might gorge myself today on their muscles cooked to an inner temperature of at least 160 degrees fahrenheit, or when the plastic thingy pops out.
I would like to thank Brian Evenson for his writing, a dual-engine beast driven by a gargantuan intellect and an equally muscular heart.
I would like to thank everyone who was ever nice to me, and even some of the people who were mean to me: for providing wounds I was able to cultivate and from which I am able to draw bittersweet venom.
I would like to thank everyone for everything. That should cover it.