On my worst day, I was smoking a cigarette and drinking beer on my balcony.
Two girls were waving at me from the window of my apartment building across the street.
I hid my cigarette and beer inside so they wouldn't show.
For 20 minutes, we played a game of thrones with the girls in the apartment across the street.
It was as if God had given me the ultimate reason to quit drinking.
From that day on, I only dream of three girls.
From now on, I only care about my three future daughters.
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A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx7 days ago in FYI
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I really like how this piece shifts from a small, ordinary moment into something so meaningful.