Dear Slavo

on your second and last day, I threw you out of my apartment.

You were holding the glue pistol like a maniac in front of the crater you did yesterday and I said:

Hold on (cowboy.) Are you just going just to fill it half way with glue?

You : Yep.

Me: No plaster? No ciment?

You: Nope.

Me: ick.

You put the thing down and looked at me as if you lost some sense of purpose.

I forgot to give cookies for the rest of your journey on this earth, which I hope will keep you very, very, very, very far away from any glue, hammer or electric saw. Or at least my apartment.

Au revoir, adios, muchas gracias.