Alright, let’s just call this the most eventful day I’ve had in China and be done with it already.
I just got off the phone with a girl Xian Qian (no clue at all) who called very politely and sang a fragment of You Are My Sunshine and talked about her middle school and asked about my plans for Christmas before realizing that I was not the droids she was looking for. She thought she was talking to the former foreign teacher who lived here named Johns.
And I feel like a really shitty journalist because at about 11pm I heard 6 controlled explosion noises and saw flashes from downtown. I imagine it was connected to the soldiers and the cops and everything. I was getting ready for bed and didn’t throw on my clothes and grab a camera and rush down there. I also hadn’t had the fortitude to stay down there earlier so I would know what happened. As it is now, I’ll have to rely on rumour hearsay and lies to find out what happened.
this whole sequence is fucking awesome. You’ve been there only a few months and I really don’t think I’ll ever see you again! Not a wish – but really though – you’re going to be the next Micheal Fay (or whatever the dude’s name that got caned in Singapore 10 years ago). Except this time it will not be for something as simple as scratching a car and it won’t be as simple a punishment as public humiliation and a few lashes. I’m thinking move over Tienamin Square Tank guy – Hungry J is the new poster boy for civil rights abuses in China. You stay off that bus Justin! Walk on brother, walk on! Wow – I’m so happy that instead of name dropping Reynold for being an African I can now name drop a best friend as “that dude who took a picture of pissed off chinamen in 2005 and got ass-raped with their bayonets.” Thanks dude for being a martyr…. our martyr!