I asked him if we could go swimming. Actually, I asked him if he could swim at all. It’s a fair question though because he is from Siberia. If you’re not familiar with Siberia, and honestly who is, here’s a history typical of almost all Siberian cities: a small medieval trading post sits out in […]
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An Internal Monologue: a confession
Me: Let’s talk about how it all started. Myself: How what started? And I: Ha! The pickpocketing. Me: Yes, can we talk through that? Myself: Yeah, that’s fine I guess. I don’t get how it’s all that fascinating, or worth its own essay, but we can. And I: It’s cause you were poor, just admit […]