Candy From The Swedish Girl

I had planned a lackadaisical bicycle ride to the local burrito stand. I had my baseball cards in my spokes and my ribbons on my handle bars. Nothing could stop me. (continued below picture)


That's what I thought before I was accosted by 3 Swedish girls who had just been kicked off a bus. They were lost and their high caliper Exchange Daddy wasn't willing to come pick them up. I brought them home in exchange for three bars of chocolate and a story. Even though the story is long and contains a rich and valuable history of the girls' lives, I will just tell the climax to save you the skimming: their dad was high up in the Iranian government around 1980'ish. They were forced to flee during the hostile government overturn. They paid most of their life's savings at the airport to bribe their way onto a plane and didn't see their dad again for 16 years. "I have a similar story about me here in America," I said. "I once cut my finger trying to open up the Terminator II DVD." -JAY

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