Me and Beau are marooned in the middle of the highway, standing smack dab on the faded yellow dividing lines as rush-hour traffic roars by. We’re trying to get to the other side. Both of us are drunk as skunks and probably just as likely to get run down.


From running news on Greek real estate

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