Radovan

“We’re smoking grass today because I need it.”

Radovan is back. He arrived with all the subtlety of the cold front that slammed into Prague last night, frosty gusts pushing through my windows’ cracks at 3 am. A close reader (do I have any of those?) might have noticed that he never came back from PinocchioPinocchio Prague was my favorite of the mainstream …

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Two recovering Pentecostals and a returning Radovan

I’m sitting in the Globe Bookstore (“an expat institution” says Lonely Planet) accessing the internet once again. Radovan is off baby-sitting a very cool American guy whom we’re trying to persuade to shake off the Pentecostal guilt of his past and enjoy the delights of readily available and cute Prague boys. He’s accompanied by an …

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He stoned me to my soul/Stoned me just like rock ‘n’ roll

Radovan is becoming a huge, albeit, charming and sexy, drain on my finances. Whenever he comes over I abandon all hope of getting anything done and all hope of holding onto the Crown notes I have in my wallet. Two days ago, he rang the doorbell and asked “It is all right I come up …

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