( In lieu of an update: my lack of hair. )

I went to a funeral the other day. He was a friend of my parents who had moved to America when I was still young. We were somewhere in South Africa at the time, leading a nomadic life, and he wrote us a letter saying he had left Poland for New York. It was a short letter with his new address and the typical things. Hello, how are you, hope all is ( Read more... )

Do you wanna come over and kill some time?