Smiling for the Hairy Monkey

When will they learn? When will they realize? When will DC finally know?

Never trust a man with a cell phone camera.

Abby did. She was a good sport. Smiling for the hairy monkey as he barged into her life.

Now, in harsh light of day, does she remember? Does she care? Does she know? Do you?

Ah, to be young and beautiful (her, not me) in Cafe Citron.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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