Friday, July 28, 2006

122 of 210 : The Stamp Man

We went back to his house for drinks after Ingrid’s. Once there he accused us of stealing his stamp collection. He showed us his badly burned torso—courtesy, he said, of his ex-wife who similarly coveted his stamps. When he pulled a large kitchen knife, we ran for our lives.


At Friday, July 28, 2006 6:53:00 AM, Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

You have lived a most colorful life.

At Friday, July 28, 2006 8:19:00 AM, Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

If this project has done nothing else, it has certainly made me realize the truth of your statement.


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