Will is alive
December 4, 2012
I was sitting in Starbucks. Smelling the rich aroma of my Vente Bold. When this woman comes up to me and in a thick eastern European accent, starts chawing. ‘The evil my British ancestors have done in the world. Do I know about it? Look what they did in Afghanistan?’ And then she left. It was like something out of a Shakespearean tragedy. Old hags warning you about future events. I felt like Macbeth. Or Caesar. Or Groucho Marx.