My friend Mike moved to Beirut in September to get a Masters in something. I'm not even sure he knows what kind of degree he's getting, but he figured it'd be better than slaving away at a job in New York for another year. Then that whole war thing happened, but Mike is determined to make it in the Middle East, even if it means dressing in drag and performing his favorite Haifa or Dana numbers. Come home soon. Alive.
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I kept meaning to ask you how Mike was in Lebanon, and now I am aware. Another reason this blog is changing lives. And Mike, if you're reading this, I hope the war didn't change the slightly lost/idealistic Westerner in Beirut stereotype you were meant to fulfill.
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