It is like that reading Guillermo Stitch’s slight book, Lake of Urine. You glance at your watch to see that time is rolling slowly and it is not, by any means, time to break up the party and head for home. Nevertheless, along the route, there are opportunities for other participants to collapse into waves of guffaws before recovering sufficiently to slap their thighs and launch into their own digressionary anecdotes. Escher-style spiral staircases never reaching top nor bottom. Without the lubrication of copious amounts of alcohol you sit listening to a number of increasingly tall tales, stories which seem to ramble up and down M. You know that experience when you are the only designated driver at a get-together and everyone else is having a fine old time. Lake of Urine: A Love Story by Guillermo Stitch An (American) Woman Without a Country: Erin A.Ottoman/Persian Empires and Moroccan Sultanateįollow me on Twitter My Tweets Blogs I Follow.

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Lake of Urine by Guillermo Stitch