Four More Years In The Bush?

saigon, vietnam is one of the furthest cities in the world from new york, both geographically and culturally. so far life here has been a blindfolded tightrope walk, placing one foot in front of the other and hoping i don't stumble. but as long as i'm focused and making progress towards my goal, i won't fall. it's exciting and i enjoy life here, but my home it is not, and i know i'll find my ultimate goal at home.

i know i'd said months ago that if bush was re-elected, i would leave the country. well i've been true to my word, and am happy i've distanced myself from the shit storm of american politics, though that certainly isn't the only reason i'm here. while monkeys hurling feces at each other will always be funny, even the best jokes get stale after you've heard'em too many times. so in the meantime, ima venture out into the bush and watch actual monkeys hurl feces at each other, instead of metaphorical ones, so that when i come back, there will be new jokes to be told; perhaps one about a pregnant monkey who slipped on a banana peel and was convicted of attempted murder. ahhhh you don't laugh now, but you will...

or won't, see if i care...i'll see ya in june.