Signing on again because…
I had potatoes. And pork chops.
Reasons!
I’ll put up a story, this time in English so my audience can actually read it (don’t actually know how many of my visitors are fluent in Russian or Russians, but I suspect they are few, out of some utterly irrational gut feeling.)
Oh, and this is a LOOOOONG one. I hope that’s alright.
Sincerest apologies for the dearth of incessantly upbeat humor, I’m full of pig and sleepiness.
This is a more or less complete story, open-ended enough that I can change the ending at will, set once upon a time in Sicily to the tune of Ennio Morricone’s “Rabbia e Tarantella,” from the film Allonsanfan and reused as the credits theme for Inglorious Basterds.
Read, enjoy, comment and critique below as you please, but most importantly, maintain regular bowel movements, its unhealthy to let sh*t ferment inside of you.
From the City on a Hill 