— What the fuck? I'm clean like a baby.
— What is that? Fucking cunt-onese? I'd rather stick my dick in a blender.
Well, nothing ends the romance more swiftly than amoebic dysentery. I lasted a week in a filthy Indian hostel, begging Alex not to leave me for dead in that hellish place. Four days later we landed in Newark and my worried mother tucked me into the backseat of her car and clucked the entire way home. In a way it was a Jewish mother's dream, a real reason to visit doctor after doctor after doctor, making absolutely sure that every miserable parasite had abandoned her little girl.
Desperate diseases must have desperate remedies.
Runny nose and runny yolk,
Even if you have a cold still,
You can cough on me again,
I still haven't had my fulfill.
This country is still growing up. Certain diseases it's better to have when you're still young.
We are in a daily battle for our lives. I see no value in dwelling on that.