dear neighbor guy who lives under a rock emm midnight to 8 AM are not Evil's working hours you go to a shoddy area of Cairo at any time of day armed only with bling and an expression of blissful idiocy--you're going to get stabbed in the face. do you know when downtown turns into a geeky egyptian version of the sunset strip? nooo, because you assume the young muscley guy sashaying his way into the old ugly gulfi guys hummer is shooting the breeze with his manly man bro and being perfectly respectable unlike those HEATHENOUS hand holding cretins murmuring sweet nothings to each other on the bridge like 'i still can't afford an apartment' or 'i dont think you should kiss me that way i might get pregnant' as they overlook the stinky balharsia riddled nile, tsk tsk tsk, sleazy anarchists and for your information not all young people constantly hang out in sporting clubs, except maybe the ones that you know-- do sports. and the arabic word 'ahwa' does not translate to 'cafe'--completely different cultural context-- don't believe me, try ordering turkish coffee and shisha at beanos or cilantro. |