Man

December 10, 2009

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.

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