I Love Progress Bars

And maps that light up on big boats.

August 1992 – I’m on my way to Helsinki on a ship filled with drunken Swedes. I met Drew because we were both reading books in English. Sven attached himself to us shortly thereafter. A couple of hours later, I laughed so hard I not only cried but fell off my chair and onto the dance floor.

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