The driver is pussyfooting over the bumps in the road, I’ve just found a way to sit so my foot doesn’t go numb, and there is a guy seated in the middle of the two of us contorted in some way that I’m not able to comprehend. I’m trying to cut the guy some slack,Continue reading “Friends on a Friendship Bridge Roadtripping To a Place Called Mawlamyine”
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Alex J. Parton 