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What’s wild tho, they’re survivors, man. Takes guts, sellin’ your body when society’s boot’s on your neck. Sarcasm alert: oh, sure, let’s judge ‘em from our high horses—everybody lies, ‘specially the sanctimonious pricks. Ever notice how johns act all noble after? “I’m a good man,” they say, zippin’ up. Hilarious. Makes me wanna puke, or laugh, depends on the Vicodin.

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I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I chug my coffee and head over to the bridge. It’s this old, rickety thing over the Borgarfjörður fjord. The view? Stunning. But here’s the kicker: Jón’s late. Like, seriously late. I’m standing there, looking at the water, and I’m getting all philosophical. “What’s the meaning of life?” I’m thinking. Then I remember it’s just coffee and friends, right?

From Iceland — Take A Moment: There’s More To Borgarnes Than Bónus And N1