Im waiting for the sandman. Just waiting for the sandman. This is the third time this week that he's not come visit me. Infidel little bastard. He visits old men and women and even little children.
So I had this weird dream. In it, I was in the movies, alone as usual and as I got to where my seat was, the movie started and this guy behind me started screaming for me to sit down in spanish. I don't speak a lot of Spanish but there were subtitles. Yes! My dream had subtitles. How cool is that?
So then I started yelling back at him in Hokkien and I don't know how it happened but we both ended up being called racists and got kicked out of the movies. Some newspaper covered the story and he claimed that he was bullied by a local here in Malaysia and I as a result had to make a public apology. Yeah sure, like that would actually ever happen in real life.
Oh..yes, and my father committed suicide because he was shamed by the fact that he had a racist child.
"I'm not a racist. I'm an American. The darker the skin, the more I hate them"
I finally got to talk to B again today..after so many months. I told him to check out some video of my bartender.
B: What drink is that?
Me: Flaming Lamborghini
B: You should make a drink called Burning American
Me: What's that?
B: Pour sambouca on the bastard and then light him up!
Me: Hahahahahahhahha
B: Yeah! And then laugh like that!
Me: There aren't a lotta Americans here
B: Put up a banner that says Free Drinks If You're American.
Me: .......
B: Little do they know. Bwahahaha
Me: You crazy Fuck!
B: Wild Fuck!
Me: Cheap Fuck!
B: I'm actually free.
So yeah...the conversation went out to how mundane life was and we compared sex lives and unimportant issues like that...before I decided that I was too hungry to chat anymore.
I feel that my nanak and I have merged into a single entity.
Over and Out.
