Thursday, March 21

My embarrassing pseudo twin


Doing what we in Sweden call dansband. Like old people's couple dance music, dance band, is it dance hall? Not sure if there's an international term for this abomination. But ok, with old age comes the right to be embarrassing, just as me with the tarot line, but that is still magic. Those teeth look scary white though. Enemmän kahvia. Ville!

My mother still denies giving birth to him, although both my grandmother and aunt has confirmed she gave birth to a baby boy in Finland. That poor rascal allegedly didn't survive, just as my little sister didn't survive. I survived.  If I die prematurely, you know who to suspect.


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