Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


"what are you here for?" they ask me.

"what, right here? drinking beer. or did you mean more generally in Kabul or Afghanistan?"

"yeah that's what I meant. what are you doing in Afghanistan?"

my standard answer eventually became to deliberate a bit, look at them, cock my head to one side and say: "tourism?"

"like fuck you are" they say.