My whole adult life,
I've been running into people
unexpectedly on street corners
and having somewhat profound
conversations in odd languages.
Consider the guy I spoke with in broke *** English
at the bus station in Jacksonville,
or the girl from Kiev I happened upon in
a very expensive gentleman's club in Seattle.
Herat was also a very strange place to find
oneself in, Dari and Pashto and Russian and God
knows what else might be run into.
The wonderful thing about all of the
ridiculous places I've found myself in at
one time or another over the very hungry years
is that no matter what language or background
we came from, if there was ***** we got along.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:12 AM UTC
My whole adult life,
I've been running into people
unexpectedly on street corners
and having somewhat profound
conversations in odd languages.
Consider the guy I spoke with in broke *** English
at the bus station in Jacksonville,
or the girl from Kiev I happened upon in
a very expensive gentleman's club in Seattle.
Herat was also a very strange place to find
oneself in, Dari and Pashto and Russian and God
knows what else might be run into.
The wonderful thing about all of the
ridiculous places I've found myself in at
one time or another over the very hungry years
is that no matter what language or background
we came from, if there was ***** we got along.
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