The other day I was at this restaurant where blonde waitresses took our trays, spun around and crossed the floor. There were foreigners there with hookah pipes and Japanese with their yen and Chinese and party boys calling the Kremlin. I dropped my drink thinking they would give me more but instead the waitress slid my feet, bent my back and shifted my arm. I tried to find a cop but they were all hanging out in a donut shop.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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