Author: Elda Hamaker

Death comes slowly in Vinohrady

“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood,” echoes Mr. Rogers song as I lie in bed and spy the blue sky upsidedown through my window, letting all of my noctornal adventures momentumisciously slam back into me like the long strand of spirits in an old cartoon jumping back into some mishappen antagonist, rejuvinating him so he can go f*ck-up again and make all the little kiddies laugh.

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