Ostashkov

July 30, 2014

Ostashkov is one of those places that’s sort of a city but sort of isn’t.

There was once hope that this would be a charming town.

But that hope gradually dwindled.

Waned.

Dissolved.

Withered away.

Until it had completely dissipated.

Now there’s no hope anymore.

Ostashkov is hopeless.

If you’re going to ride my ass, at least buy me dinner