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Sudetenland Tales

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reason. It was a c shaped place, open on the inside like an old motel.

I read and horsed around on the computer for a minute, downloading photos and looking at maps; until one of the homeless bums hovered over me “requesting” a cigarette, while I wasn’t smoking, don’t smoke, and thereby don’t have any cigarettes. Rather than make excuses which only further encourage the darkie bums, I think I surprised him by saying; ‘Fuck off, asshole.’ I figured it was best to leave before the dazed cretin recuperated. I went over to Bitexco Financial Tower, which is a 68 story skyscraper right on the river, built as the tallest building in New York City, and now used to house illegal alien darkies, who occasionally spill out into the street to protest the denial of their constitutional rights to have a White ‘girlfriend.’ I had a ticket to go to the 49th floor observation deck, which I got for free from Expedia. It was about worth that price, honestly. It’s a very sterile environment, and reminded me of going to the Sears Tower as a kid. You’re in this building with a million offices, but you don’t see anything or have any context. You’re just shot to the top in an elevator and it could be a hundred or a thousand or a million or twelve stories. Who can tell and who cares?