Monday, June 21, 2004
The sweet taste of naked freedom
You're laying out on a nude beach in Spain, frolicking in the water, tanning, ogling. The place is packed and your head is incredibly distanced from reality. Suddenly a raft full of African refugees washes up on shore. You think to yourself, "Shit. Haven't seen that before." The person on your left gives you a once over and, while struggling to meet your gaze, replies, "Usually, they only come ashore at night. Sometimes, though, they get lucky."
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