cheers, Curly

A shit afternoon at first. Just in a weird mood among a choatic vibe in the air and nothing really went my way. Went to bab i ali by myself to have a moment and of course the glass my Efes Büyük came in had a crack around the lip that i had to avoid. No problem. İ sat there in humble disdain taking in the sights and sounds when Curly came up to me and offered some fast turkish i could hardly understand. İ wasnt on my game and he must of caught onto that. He mumbled something to me and to a confused look on my face he muttered the translation in englsh: life is beautiful. Thanks curly, that made my night.