Effbook can eff it for a while.
It feels weird to be back here. How many times have I said that now?
I left for the ease and comfort and instant gratification of effbook, where I could simply spew out any and all quips, quirks, quandaries, and conundrums. And photographs even! New! Improved! Faster! I like easy. I like fast. I like likes. But really folks, in here, we have no effbook police to censor language or intent, or even content. It’s all mine, I shout, as I rub my hands together in front of my evil grin. I can talk about anything I’d like, write about any fancy, any random story that pops into my head, and if someone doesn’t like it, or gets offended, guess what? That’s right, they get the eject button. Not that I would purposefully want to offend, you understand. But we mustn’t delay any further.
So now that we have that business all cleared up, I can take a deep breath and begin…
I’m soooo many stories behind, I do hope that I can catch up eventually, but I believe I shall start with my last story first;
Once upon a time in Istanbul…