He was completely sloshed by 9.30 in the morning. I was admiring his tats until I got within a few feet of him and the waft of langkau permeated the expanse of air between him and I.
He seemed to think that I was deaf, and that my ears were on my nostrils. And so he yelled into my nose.
Still, I think his his tats are cool. Wonder what bejalai stories they hold.
He must
have had bad dreams the night before. Moonshine for breakfast just seems so right.
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