Writer's Block: Strange Conversations
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In 1996 I was traveling by train from Paris to Madrid and I shared a sleeping car all night long with this really cute Dutch boy named Martin and we spent the entire night talking about politics, history, Europe, America, you name it. It was amazing. Something you'd see in an indie film. I'll never forget.
In 1996 I was traveling by train from Paris to Madrid and I shared a sleeping car all night long with this really cute Dutch boy named Martin and we spent the entire night talking about politics, history, Europe, America, you name it. It was amazing. Something you'd see in an indie film. I'll never forget.
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Date: 2009-04-18 07:47 pm (UTC)Her: Do you actually know anybody here?
Me: No, I came with a friend, who seems to have disappeared.
Her: Well, the music sucks and there's no grass. Want to come over to my room, get high, and fuck?
Me: Uhhhhhhh, yeah, sure. What's your name?
Her: Does it matter?
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Date: 2009-04-19 08:07 pm (UTC)Aem, I picture you in a black and white movie with Humphrey Bogart, smoking a cigarette with one of those long black holder things.
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Date: 2009-04-19 11:54 pm (UTC)