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It's as though I escaped from Ceaucescu's Romania in a hot-air balloon made out of rubber raincoats...

To maximize the volume of the hot-air balloon, when I flat-ironed all the raincoats together, I left the sleeves intact, just ironing over the cuffs to make an airtight seal.

The stove was fueled by potato vodka. Well, most of the vodka went into the stove.

The balloon looked like a surrealistic black porcupine as it nearly scraped over the Carpathian Mountains.

But the diciest moment was on the border of Deutschland. Border Guards were about to fire machine guns at me when in desperation I screamed, "Rhode Island School of Design Senior Project!"

Then they all laughed.

Where I am now is very nice.

The nurses are so pretty!

They bring me meds.

Nice, sleepy meds.

Bye!

John


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