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[towhoitconcerns]

I’m always burdened with some sort of unidentifiable, profound guilt whenever I leave Rio and line up outside the bus with my bottle of Jagermeister to begin the 6 hour ride back home. It’s a strange, frothy mix of regret and upset stomach, both in the direct line of descent of the proud grandparents Heavy Drinking and Guilty Conscience. I never

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[towhoitconcerns]

Have you ever read "O Sofa Estampado?" It's a children's book for my children's literature class. We're debating it tomorrow; ou seja, beberei um litro de pinga antes e depois discutir-lo-ei com todo mundo.

Very touching, in an odd, awkward-armadillo-nervously-driven-to-dig-holes-in-everything-out-of-shame way.

[call_me_doctor_]

I'll give you $10 if you eat that sandwich and don't get some sort of food poisoning.

[call_me_doctor_]

Parasites count, too.

[toothblush]

Well written. You should have took the chicken sandwich instead.

[towhoitconcerns]

Yeah. I've already got buyer's remorse.

Someone who read this told me I write sort of like Hunter S. Thompson. I've never read anything by him. Is this true?

[jesuslies]

i can't believe this is real.

[towhoitconcerns]

Explain.

[rehtulx]

btw, how many chicken sandwiches were sold?

[towhoitconcerns]

13.

[rehtulx]

I definately see Hunter S. Thompson there...his main thing was involving himself so much in what he wrote about he became the central character. I still see a lot of Kurt Vonnegut, though.

[towhoitconcerns]

But how is it that anyone who writes about their own life, without incorporating some elaborate metaphor or something like that, and without having access to the knowledge of what every other character is doing at any time (becoming an omniscient narrator in the process), doesn't make themself the central character? The comparison seems kind of shallow.

[rehtulx]

I believe it was an unnecessary involvement when you, for example, took the prostitute home; got 5 facial piercings; slept at the piercer's house, etc.