Meatwad Hanoi; last leg?
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Vietnam, Finally.
Cigarettes in my backpocket, for smoking in the lost times - imagine tho? hotter than pho. 6 hours, lost twice already. Once in the bar on the rooftop balcony, amidst a sea of Aussie drunkstars.. another in the streets of old town, three blocks from the hostel on a street lined with milky sewer and thai noodles framed in red paper laterns, scooter neon lights flash by and it all looks the same (in my eyes) so, Fuck This Shiz, smoke a pin-stripe cigarette and pretend to contemplate shit while actually, I DO comtemplate shit because I figure trying to figure where I am is the opposite from actually figuring where I've gotta go to..
fact: firefox squiggly underlines 92% of my english words 'cause they Just Aint Vietnemese enough. Trip stock for my englishmajor mind. Not that this brain is functioning so intellectually these days. Three years of acidic experimentation and intentional social communication misdeneamours and my literal fingers are barely capable of spelling capable correctly.
Thank fuck I'm in Vietnam. bring the hot sweaty tiger feet english chap pocketsnatch on. The chinese are so strange I can barely shake the uneasy feeling from being in that place - everyone talked so loud at every chance (over my shoulder in aircheckin line: SHEYOW HEY SHI SHAN FAN CHOW SHI SHEY HEY SHYA! time a billion constantly what the fucking shit people! even if they're thanking so politely for a pleasant dinner, XIE XIE XIE INSERT BOLD LETTERS HERE)
Got into Hanoi, Vietnam international airport and the first thing I noticed was the quiet.. shh.. people.. just.. chilling.. out......
On the plane flight in I read about two friends: One a raw hunk of flesh and the other just hangin.. the meat guy knocks on his homeboys door who asks "who dat!!!" and the meatwad replies "It's me, yo!"
The home friend is firm "leave cuz, I aint got room for your burger ego in my pad!" (note: brostir bought a MacDonalds burg in China last night, the biggest on the menu - mashed potatoe sauce and double paddy = it was the smallest burg I've ever seen!) See the homefriend knows that the only cure for power tripping and heady shteez is for the his bro to go FAR FAR AWAY and apart from the ones he most loves...
so beefbat goes far away for a long long while, perhaps to China and the FrenchIndo zone, and gets cooked right through.. He comes back to his friend and is nervous about it - paces around in the streets an kicks car tires before knocking on the door and presenting himself.
"who's there?" asks the monkwad
"It's You" says the well done dude
"Come in myself!" says monkwad " There is only room for one in this tiny pad. me and you is you and you and I and I; only one end of the thread goes through the needle of the eye, but when the seamstress sews the dress we're double thick, if you know what I mean!"
If you know what I mean, you win 50 thousand dong*
*approx.25canadian dollars
K Facebook is unblocked now but I hesitate to explore that.
what is there to return to ever? I dream intensely of my friends, all nights, but have had no way to tell them.. now the rivers are back open, I've overwhelmed by the potential of sharing..
is it enough to say, I LOVE YOU So SO SO
what is there to live by? this world is seperated in all ways accept THIS way - the words reaching your brain and others I have no ideas of..
but we all return home some day, right?
so why avoid the inevitable..
love and grown ups, and a big bottle of dutyfree scotch whiskey hid under my bunkbed..
bxianfinito