fly by night
i am stranded in spain because an automated bicycle rental machine stole 236 dollars from me. i haven´t the money to leave to country, much less see the bullfight i am to attend tomorrow in madrid. in fact, i can´t even pay my current accomodation, but they don´t know that yet. it honestly may come down to doorbell ditch of literally international proportions. i have yet to locate the box in which our passport data has been stored, but once that happens, these dudes are fucked. more as this develops. just in case, what currently exists of the manuscript of my autobiography has been stored in locker 224 in union station. though they don´t yet know it, harper collins has agreed to publish it.
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call me, ass.
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