It happened again. Another door closes, has closed. This one spun around for just 2 days short of a month. He's exited now, and in his wake I've decided to write more. Red flags popped up all around and yet I chose to ignore them. Stupidly. Naively. It's strange how fast the heart can fill with warmth, brim to the top with lust, spill over the edge with other specific feelings one experiences when falling in love.
Or did I?
Did I ever tell you about the time my friend Navi, the long dreaded, glasses wearing, yoga doing, hippie from Minnesota, and I sold our brains to science for 30 Euro?
Or about one of my last parties in Berlin? The one wear friends from all over the globe and I met up in a kitchen in Kreuzberg to take some drugs and shoot some photos and drink some Club Mate before getting dolled up and strutting our way over to get naked and dance at the Kit Kat club? No? Get ready for it. That's the next entry.
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