Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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Yeah. Scary fucker.As I say, looking at his picture I'm pretty sure he was one of my regulars at that shop.
Thinking back on it now, I must have really been insane to live there. I was there for about a year, and during that time I heard about a half dozen shootings and stabbings within a two block radius of my apartment. It was a very poor area, with a wide mix of ethnicities- there were Irish/Italian Catholic families, a lot of Latinos, some blacks, and a fair percentage of Koreans and Vietnamese. All of us were poor, and there were some characters in the area that we all knew to give a wide berth.
We were so fucking poor that even in the depths of winter we never turned the thermostat above its minimum- 50F, as I recall- because we couldn't afford the heating oil. I lived on fried fish, Stouffer's french bread pizzas, Genesee Cream Ale and an odd assortment of things that I could sometimes afford.
I haven't been back to that neighborhood in about 20 years.
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The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 20 Nov 2007, 17:35,
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