Midnight Talks: Finnish Meat

I met this white Finnish dude a week into my time in Madrid, and we acted like a married couple ever since. We saw each other like 6 times a week and took dancing classes together. I dub him "The Zenmaster" but our Cuban salsa teacher always called him "Rubio!" because he couldn't bother remembering his weird Finnish name. He ocassionally called me "Rubio!" too, even though I'm not blonde. I mean my name isn't much easier than his​. Not a lot of people know me as much as this dude does, maybe I'm a little stupid for sharing so much with this guy but somehow he still hasn't walked away. Could be why we get along so well, I talk and talk and he listens and occasionally points out how stupid I am. Without any judgement of course, he's just "Zen" like that. Seemed like a good time to upload this since it's his birthday today. Home boii is growing up. Listening to this made me feel like we were chilling together again, good times. Privileged to finally have some high grade "Finnish Meat" on my podcast. Quite a rare delicacy these days. And all of you get to have a taste too ;)