Saturday, 18 August 2012

Every time they offer me something ridiculous - like a scooter ride through the monsoon rains, or to get Dad's old tennis shoes shined, or my photograph with pineapples, or souvenier nail-clippers, or free AIDS - I always almost ask them if they think I'm stupid. Truth is I don't really want to find out the answer to that.

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