What to do ... what to do ...
Maybe I'll go buy myself a book. Already finished "Wild Sheep Chase" (Nice book, can't wait to read the sequel ... oh that's right, I already fucking did two years ago.); so now I have nothing to read for the long-ass flight back tomorrow. Of all the cities in Asia though, Hong Kong's probably your best bet of finding a joint that sells English books on account of the fact that Cantonese is an English dialect.
Went to a swanky bar last night and was stunned to see that my vodka on the rocks came out to US $12. I turned around to see if I was back in LA. And then I swiftly punched the bartender in the throat and ran out of the bar without paying.
Watched Hong Kong slowly fade into night-time mode from Victoria's Peak, and I've gotta say, it's easily the most beautiful city I've ever seen. But maybe most things look their best when you see them from a higher altitude. I figure I'd look quite magnificent if I saw myself from atop a mountain. But then I'd realize that I was looking at myself and get a really strong headache trying to figure out whether or not this was metaphysically possible.
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