more random convo with Claudia

. I went in that freezing pool of sea water last saturday, the Baltic, in Finland. once in a pool in winter with my father to save the pool whose rocks had fallen in from the pool cover. when i was 18 or 19, I spent part of the summer in Danish camp as a dishwasher pretending to be a language teacher and we went on this Viking Club thing where we swam at dawn and then sat in saunas. The cook was Danish. We went out to town a couple of times and got drunk. Once I brought beers back and some girl asked me if she could have one, we were talking and drinking beer and I nearly got fired because she was too young to drink so it was illegal and in that same camp I once threw up either right outside the deck or in the bed in the cabin sleeping some of the students.

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