Dropping Bombs on Your Mom

Musing to myself By Scotty Weeks

Back in Sydney I used to find myself staggering around at 5AM pretty often…

Ever been in a whorehouse? It’s weird. It almost always happened when I was completely hammered around five AM. There was some sort of alcoholic impulse to find something to do after all of the bars had closed. Sometimes out of boredom I’d stagger around seedy neighbourhoods and try to guess which residential places were really brothels cleverly disguised. Most of the time I was correct but sometimes I’d just terrify or annoy someone who had the misfortune of living in a house that merely looked like it could be one of ill repute.

I’m not sure if they were good times I was having—or just interesting ones.

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So yeah, I’m Scott and this is a blahg. It’s mostly about me being super awesome so if you hate things that are rad you should probably skeedaddle.

Who am I? Well as we’ve already determined, my name is Scott. I’m now an ex-expatriate, freshly back in the US after five years in Sydney, Australia. Born and raised in Alaska and now living in New York. It’s nice to be back but I miss Newtown from time to time. This blahg is a bunch of random snippets, shorts, and usual blog-fodder. If you want to contact me, my email is scott dot weeks at gmail.

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