China's rad, kids.
Here's the gift update so far:
Cody, Drake, Chadrienne and John: i've pilfered a small part of the Han Dynasty Great Wall for you. Pray i can smuggle them through customs.
Smurfie: i've stolen chopsticks, as requested, and also got you a jade bracelet.
Lenny: Since you always remember me well at present time, i bought you a terra-cotta soldier. i shit you not; in communist countries, EVERYTHING's for sale, and every price is negotiable. Besides, they've got thousands of the damn things.
Brian: i couldn't find anyone to man the sales desk on our departure, but on our return i'm going to try and get you this amazing red butane lighter with a color pictue of Mao on it, as you're our resident Communo-scholar.
Carolyn: i'm working on it. Tonight and tomorrow are Night Market in Dunhuang, so expect either Jade or Silk.
Everything's looking good, we start out into the desert day after tomorrow.
Smurfie, i love you and miss you like an itch i can't scratch. You're always in my thoughts. When we go east, how about if we go to Japan, rather than China? For one thing, we don't know the language here, and the parts that aren't 3rd world still are trapped in the sixties. (Yes Lenny, i was pissed too when i realized it. We in the States DO live in the future.)
Courtesy.
Here's an experiment to try:
Take a desktop globe, one of the ones with the pre-tilted axis.
With a steady arm parallel with the floor, make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the word Sacramento.
For the next three weeks, i'm going to be more or less where the exit wound is.
Courtesy.
-93
There were 87 Advil in the bottle now there's 30 left
I ate 47 so what happened to the other 10?
Why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my
concentration
As I dump the bottle out and I count the Advil up again?
Don't interrupt me as I struggle to complete this thought
Have some respect for someone more decrepit than yourself
And I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off
Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat
And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes
Clearing my throat, and gripping the lectern I smile and face my audience
Clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink
And when I lean my head against the frosted shower stall
I see stuff through the glass that I don't recognize at all
And I'm not done
And I won't be till my head falls off
Though it may not be a long way off
