What's it going to be then,eh?
There was me,that is Alex,and my three droogs,and we sat in The
Korova Milk bar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the
evening:Our choices were few,either tolchok some poor old fella
for some deng to fill our pockets and buy ourselves another
fine milk plus,get into an ultra violence fight with some other
droogs,or find a young nice devotchka and do the old in and
out on her..And thats how the days passed,till my droogs betrayed
me one noch,and i was send to prison oh my brothers.There were
some really bad chellovecks there that did some preety nasty
vesch on people.So your humble narrator had to try his best
to be released and they made this experiments on him,and oh
my brothers i was a new chelloveck.Could not do the ultra violence,nor
the old in and out,nor,listen to the great old Ludvig Van.Everything
made me sick,i couldn't help it.
So what is left there for me to do my brothers?I packaed my self
a small chimadann,bought a camera with my last deng and your
humble narrator just hit the road.And i travelled in many places
of this mir,and viddied new places,and different chellovecks,and
took many many pictures.And here i present them to you my brothers
and dear friends,so you can viddy too,how wonderful our big mir
is,how different and very much alike.
What's it going to be then,eh?
Travelling my brothers!
