bruce.

Williams Alfarouk from Sierra Leone has just spammed me an email.

He said that he’s writing me from Rep of Cote d’Ivoire where he has been taking refuge after the brutal war and Murder of his parents by the rebels during the renewed Fighting in his country Sierra Leone.

I think he’s offering me something like 20% of US$18,300,000.00.

Well, that’s a lot of money, paypal, but unfortunately, it’s your passport cover that I’m interested in, you know, for my art project, you know, a – r – t (which, as a footnote, doesn’t generate that much money, you know), not money.

And, unfortunately, paypal, I already have Ivory Coast and Sierra Leone.

Unlucky you.

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It was 1995 and I was still sharing an apartment with Gob. One day I went home, opened the door and found her looking concerned.

I have a bad news to tell you, she said.

Oh. What is it?

She said, your relative, Bruce Ogilvy, died.

Look, I said. Did someone call and tell you this?

Yes.

Okay, Gob, I said. I don’t know anyone called Bruce Ogilvy, I said, and I know that someone has been calling and asking for Maria, saying that Bruce is sick. So now he died. I said. I really don’t know what to do.

I looked at her, and continued, but I am really not sad.

The spammer didn’t leave any phone number.

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Life is strange.

But if it is not, a-r-t doesn’t make sense. Plus, you wouldn’t know what to do when you have insomnia.