in trying to recount my adventures and observations from south east asia i have sadly come to the realization that i am a horrible fact teller.
i am terrible at telling the truth.
or should i say retelling the truth?
frankly, what actually happened is often times less interesting than what i or others have perceived to have happened.
mind you, while everything i write is based on reality and is often nothing but the truth when Kleo fails to lend me her creative genius i occasionally have to take matters into my own hands.
however, despite this admission of what i think is a comical flaw i will not be called a liar.
consider it poetic retellings of history.
although at times fact is more mind boggling than fiction 1 i prefer to blur the lines.
and the blur the lines i shall continue to do.
consider it artistic license.
reality is after all subjective and therefore so is truth.
in the meanwhile you can have the pleasure of un-blurring and sometimes literally reading between the lines deciphering fact from flights of fancy
i make no apologies.
i'll make no amends.
consider it a disclaimer.
consider it a confession.
whatever it is you must consider it.
and prepare yourself for the masterfully-poetic, horrifying yet heart-warming retellings of the summer of 2009.
those were indeed the best days of my life.
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1 this is often the case in my own colourful life.