Writings of a madman who lived through a thousand deaths. Also about taking things just as seriously as they deserve.
All right, one might call the title a click-bait. Then again, this is going to be about sharks to some extent, and I really did not get eaten by them. Now, let's get to the story itself. After I revealed a terrible secret to my wife and hurt her real bad in the process, she … Continue reading How I Didn’t Get Eaten by Sharks
It happened when the mad year of 2017 was nearing its end. To be more specific, it was November, a month called "listopad" in my mother tongue. It means "falling leaves" in English, which is a very fitting backdrop to this sore memory. I don't know anymore where we were coming from, and it's not that … Continue reading How I Made My Wife Cry
Oceanic Soup 