Russian tea room

maybe it’s not the wisest thing to do, drinking a decaff cappucino at an argo tea. i think that sends a bad message.

there were these 2 men there, russian mafia types, speaking russian, in russian accents. they made me kind of nervous. i left argo earlier than i had planned, even though it was never part of my plan because i had no plan. but they made me nervous, being all russian and all. actually, how would i even know where they were from? they may have been from the Ukraine. I will have to read up on this, but i hear that the Ukraine is not Russia. it makes me nervous just thinking about reading up on that. it’s been a nervous night.

anyway, what i meant to tell you was that just as I was exiting argo, one of the possible Russians called out to me, “hey, mister! your telephone!” he was waving my iphone at me. i have zero idea how it got into his hands.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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