$10 A Day

11 Apr

Today, I remembered in high school we had a creative writing teacher (snort) named Mr. Joseph who was small and tan. I overheard him once in the library telling a group of teenage boys that after graduation they should visit Turkey. Because you could get drugs and a hooker for like $10 bucks a day and the weather was nice. 

That’s all. I have no insightful commentary. 

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