Ridin' a train with two of my best buds, one from Los Angles and one from Schwerin ...

And there's a 3rd guy, who I've never met, wearing a fur hat. And we're singing, "Faith" by George Michael. (?) Might have something to do with the bottle of russian vodka. Then we swing into faux russians songs that we've just invented. Yes, we were loud. And fun at the same time.

I tell the guy, "Yeah, my grampa had a fur hat like that ..."
"Mine, too!" he said.

Then we considered for a brief moment whether we had the same grandpa. We reckoned not, because we decided that he had bigger pecks, but I had a bigger bulge. Now I'm sure that people in Sweden will ask me what, "pecks" are. Heh. Do I divulge the bulge? Should I devour a Bulgarian diva who asks me to divulge the bulge? I do not budge. Just ride this train ...

-Todd (somewhere in Europe)