General / Immigrant Life / Writing

2007 Vintage: Sip 7

This would have to be the most ironic instalment of all! It is by far the lowest I sank, the most humiliation I put myself through, by meticulously dissecting what the “he” of these entries (nicknamed Kenenisa after the famous runner, because he turned out to be so good at running away) did/didn’t do in those apocalyptic days leading to the officialization of the breakup.  And yet, I say “I never sunk that low….came near humiliation…but stopped myself in time.” Oh lord if only I could have stopped myself from writing this part, and better yet if only I could have stopped myself from posting it. Ah well.

For the .pdf, go here: 7

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For the audio: …uh hells no!

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