I woke up, and the skies of heaven shined bright upon me once more as I read. Yes, that’s right. I started reading, again. I was flying through this comedy that’s just a No.1 Best Seller – nobody knows by who or where. I got it for literally 1 BD and the award seems so fake it’s perfect.
Not just that, but I dusted off my poetry anthology and went back to highlighting the ones read. First I went by genre, then I stuck with love because that’s totally what’s happening. I mean all the time, in my life, I’m just drowning in the stuff – love…
It’s hard for a single man in Bahrain, or anywhere in the GCC I think. The girls are all working ladies. What the hell right? And they’ve all colluded into giving you their number, which you instinctively just add because it’s like a just in case and woo number moment.
The dopamine of phone play is outrageous.
That’s right. I’m a bit of a chemical guru. But I shan’t state it all. It’s a secret, so tune in next time for more, at Hish Bowl (if I can ever change the name).
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