i'm trying to rescue some of my old writing and repurpose it for a new story i'm starting to work on. in so doing i ran across a chunk of work that made me laugh out loud, like reading someone else's work, six years after the fact.
that feels good!
my favorite line from the chunk i just read: "like a giraffe in hot pursuit of a fleeing acacia tree"
Expats, those who have left their home towns, travelers and freaks are especially welcome.