Good cop, bad cop, just plain weird cop
Tuesday, April 10th, 2007I met the Mystery Birthday Boy the next morning over breakfast. He was interesting enough…the son of a Zanzibari woman and an African-American soldier, he was adopted by the-now German ambassador to Chile (if I remember the story correctly.) When his mother died, his family contacted him to inform him he had property on the island, which he now co-owns with his fat Muslim uncle (with something like 3 wives, all with whom he claims to be in love with.) I don’t remember Mystery Birthday Boy’s name, so I’ll just call him MBB. And as far as my rash goes? What was on my arm was starting to dry up already, and the roof of my mouth was less inflamed. I’ll never know what it was, though. [read on]
Tania