Whale Time: Re: Avram

Re: Avram
On the Move

all stories and essays by Avram Klein

Getting to Buzios

I've been sick for a week.

I got back from the island and danced all night and then went to the beach for sunrise and these two girls stripped and ran into the water. I went into hit-on gringo mode, stripped, and jumped in the water with them.

They were a little shocked. I don't think they thought there were any English-speaking people on the beach with them. They pretended not to speak English, and I waited on the beach so I could see them come out of the water. One of them was from Colorado and the other from Pennsylvania.

I also met my neighbor who is a gay aristocrat artist who survived the revolution in the 60s. He gave me a painting he did of a naked woman grabbing her hair and having an orgasm. It is pretty awesome. I hung it up in my brother's place without asking, which was kind of funny.

I also met a girl on jdate.com, and we hung out for Thanksgiving and I ate a whole turkey pizza, which is how I got sick and had to move out of my apartment and got pretty pissed off.

The weather got shitty down south, so I couldn't go south to the land of blond Brazilians and surf championships. Instead, I went north where it's hot and there's a super fancy resort town which I'm living in called Buzios. I have a campsite to myself with a pool, and it is kind of fun being here. There are some really fancy-looking girls starting to show up.

I had lunch with two girls from Slovenia the other day. And the night before, I partied with a group of girls from Santiago, Chile. One of the girls from Slovenia was beyond a ten. If her body was real, it was more of a mystery than those seashells that grow like a spiral.

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