So its easy to say that I’ve been fearful of Mother
Nature’s breath and brew. Until I
came to Iraq, and got caught in a sand storm. NEVER HAS MY SKIN LOOKED SO GOOD.
Sand has been flying horizontally in thirty mile per hour winds for days. IT’S A MIRACLE. I went for a run the other day and all
of my dead skin, caloses, keloids, moles, loose morals, and external scar
tissue was exfoliated off of my body.
Its UNREAL. In just a two
mile jog I look like a new born with a hematoma fetish. Sure I’m missing an eye brow, and my
kneecaps don’t work anymore, but ‘who’s counting’, right!!! Look out Loofah, if I can bottle this sandstorm and sell
it, I’m gonna be living high on the hog !!


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