If It Feels Good Do It

In three days I’ve slept a total of nine hours.
I hear a clock chime off in the distance. It’s not the Westminster chimes though. Something else. From my hotel room window I can see the front of the Bruxelles Center train station. A bunch of people walk quickly in front of it, busy with [...]

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In Brussels I will party.
First business, then party. I am a living manifestation of a mullet.
I’m a libertarian badboy who likes to live on the edge. On the weekends, I get drunk in family restaurants and puke in my car. Just kidding, I do that on the weekdays.
I can’t wait to get to Brussels. [...]

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