Langston Fishburne is probably one of the most fascinating people I know. He always adds that extra bit of surrealism to an everyday situation to make it extraordinary. Among his many achievements, he is the only person to have pinched Sarah Silveri's bottom on three different continents. A ballet dancer as well as a keen equestrian despite his ghastly horse allergy, Langston tells me that he has inherited my old Math textbook under the tutelage of the infamous Mr. Donald Johnson at Thornton-Donovan.
I seem to recall one day in the thoroughly uninspiring refectory of the aforementioned academy, Langston and I convinced Thomas Mills that Langston's father was known around the world as the premier builder and designer of aquariums, rather than the award-winning thespian that he actually is. Tom seemed rather upset to find out Langston's father is not, nor has ever been, an aquarium impresario.
Nevertheless, Mr. Fishburne fancies himself a writer, and we look forward to the day we shall be able to read his first novel Diary of a Nomad in print. Here follows a synopsis:
