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what i'd really like to do is drink 19 straight whiskies and beat dylan thomas's record. |
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the ocean didn't want me today. |
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spend a year traveling |
the guy behind the counter - a guy from mexico or somewhere south of the border who works there occasionally - gives me a nod to have me come up to the register and buy my booze. the girl and mr. frichitavong walk off. i put my wine on the counter and he gives me a smile and says "muchas linguas." just then vlatka, who runs the german restaurant a across the street, comes in. i take my wine and put it into the pouch that already had half a bottle of whiskey in it and turned to leave. I said, "thank you! muchas gracias! danke sch�n!" and left. since then i've been consumed by the idea that i'd like to go somewhere and never hear the english language ever again for the rest of my life. |
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