10 Nights in Istanbul. Night 1: slept on

10 Nights in Istanbul. Night 1: slept on the street with a pack of friendly dogs near Galata Tower. Hotel had burned down...electric blanket fire...and i didn't know where to go.

Istanbul Night 2: A wicked flea infestation exploded in my beard. Still no luck unloading the rest of these discount electric blankets. I think I'm cursed. Will Night 3 be better?

Instanbul Night 3: Went to a Hamam.My flea infestation is gone but so is my tattoo. The scrubbing took off more than dead skin.Ouch! Noone wants my electric blankets. Cash is low.

Pride even lower. But this was revenge. The arms dealer was on the third floor. I shook the knob three times. "Let's see it" he shouted. I held the eye ball by the nerve over the p

urple peephole so he could see the eye. 'Aye, I see!' cried the arms dealer. The heavy door slowly creaked open. I stepped over the threshold into the dimly lit room. Arms galore

reaching out to me, fingers extended, imploring... I eyed the wide variety of arms. Long & skinny, muscular, some tattooed, others dimpled & rosy. The arms dealer blinked & asked

if I'd been helped, then recommended gopher grenades on aisle 25. I got lost in munitions for use on neighbors' gardens. Shopping in America can be so demanding. I accidentally

Bought an AR15 and forgot all about it until the burglar entered and I shot him in self defense. I got away with murder. I only told my therapist about it. She understood. I vanish

ed without a trace for 20 years, but I always remembered what my therapist told me. "Always follow your heart, even if it means hurting people you love," she advised. On the run,