Arriving in Paris en route to Saigon, it's 1975 … I'm rerouted…and adventures begin
Sparkling, not inflammatory, I love the old-school precision of the prose, can hear the ch-ch-ch, chchchch of the typewriter keys of a narrator living history as he writes.
Sparkling, not inflammatory, I love the old-school precision of the prose, can hear the ch-ch-ch, chchchch of the typewriter keys of a narrator living history as he writes.