This is the full, untold story, Part Two.
Originally published between July 2005 and October 2008.
I abandoned my tent this morning. Not because I wanted to, but because I only had a few minutes to hightail it out of my copse before the cops came. On Saturdays and Sundays I often sleep in later than I normally would during the week. Unlike many urban areas in the world, Prague empties […]
I took a dark path into the park last night. The only one I know, although I found out this morning on my way out that there are others. I wanted to avoid the long, exposed walk under the sodium lamps that I usually take. I had no idea where I was going to sleep.
Cuando los policías doblaron la esquina del KFC, donde acababa de terminar de leer mis noticias diarias y me disponía a escribir, supe inmediatamente que estaban allí porque habían visto el blog.
“You want suck me, no? You want sex Rudolfa la-tur?”
Here’s the thing. I knew one of us was bound to bring the subject up, and it was what I’d been thinking whenever I found myself wondering where he was, and if I’d ever see him again. But hearing him offer what I thought I wanted, I wasn’t sure I was up for it. I wanted to spend time with him, but I did want a little something more.
Když jsme byli naposledy spolu - La última vez que estuvimos juntos Leer más "
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