I was once called Jason ...
But while on leave from the army during the Summer of 2003, I was violently robbed on a train just outside of Prague. The thief made off with my money, my passport, and perhaps most tragically of all, my vowels. A ticket officer found me slumped against the bathroom door a few hours later, and I was rushed to a nearby hospital.
After a miraculous fifteen hour surgery, Dr. Hanz Fllkkjprewnstt was able to partially repair the damage with an eight donated by the more unfortunate victim of an unrelated shoe jacking.
It's been tough, the nights are the hardest... But I count my blessings everyday that I at least have the basic function of my name restored, many a traveler aren't so lucky.
