So here I am, sitting here in lovely Kabul. The air is crisp and cold, there is a smell of burning… something… in the air that reminds me of shit. It’s December, and we’re spiralling toward Christmas again in an uncontrolled holiday asshattery
So here I am, sitting here in lovely Kabul. The air is crisp and cold, there is a smell of burning… something… in the air that reminds me of shit. It’s December, and we’re spiralling toward Christmas again in an uncontrolled holiday asshattery