Yes, my mother tongue is English, and I spoke some Spanish before I began immersing in Italian. At one point, I couldn’t stop speaking ItalSpanGlish. Nobody could understand me.

A tale of a rapeful trip

Or maybe you’re prescient. Roving bands of cocoa robbers who surround armored ice cream trucks is a plausible dystopian scenario in the US, and now I’ll be disappointed if I don’t get to see it.

Watching such a personal aspect of this fucking atrocity might be more than most of us can bear, but we all need to see this. Nobody has the right to look away.