Right after college I sold everything I owned to buy a plane ticket to Lithuania to teach English at a teacher’s college.
I met a bunch of other 20-somethings who were there doing similar things – English Club.
At a Halloween party, this Russian or Lithuanian man I had never met walked in the room, made a b-line for me, threw me to the floor groping me and french kissing me.
I was not thrilled. I was pissed off.
When this drunken a-hole passed out, I shaved his eye brows off and cut off big chunks of hair from one side of his head. We stuck him, still unconscious, in a cab.
The next day I died my hair a horrible shade of red, because he was suspected to be in the Russian Mafia and I believed red hair would be a great disguise.
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