Kuba called me a cunt

So I threw him out.

Kuba had been behaving strangely yesterday, beginning with a small beer-drinking session we had with Vasile’s Irish girlfriend. She and Vasile had had a big fight the night before, and she wanted to talk to me about it. That whole mess is a post in itself. Maybe later.

Kuba hadn’t wanted to go and kept asking me why I wanted him along.

Proto ty a já spolu . . .

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