New York City Nights, by Charlie Grosso

It has been a month since I reached the Mongol Rally finish line at Ulaanabaatar and yet I cannot stop thinking about the rally. Every cell in my body screams, “Take me back to the steeps of Mongolia!”

The addiction is overwhelming and I feel like I am in need of a support group and sobriety tokens.

I pride myself on the ability to shift seamlessly from one disguise to another and yet despite how many hot showers I take, I am having trouble shifting, could my spy days be behind me?

The rally was a huge game changer and I need a little time to alter each different selves to fit the new me.

I will post a little erratically here until the alteration is complete….

With love. Me.

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