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By heather on Saturday, August 10, 2013 - 12:37 pm:

    It's so fucking huge this city, have you seen it?

    Food that looks beautiful but tastes terrible.

By Antigone on Saturday, August 10, 2013 - 01:41 pm:

    Yeah, Rome was the same with food.

    Have fun!

By Ms. Pepper on Saturday, August 10, 2013 - 02:50 pm:

    Have fun visiting there, a friend of mine told me that the city so overwhelming!

By heather on Sunday, August 11, 2013 - 05:11 am:

    The food I ate in Rome was amazing.

    Hong Kong is very overwhelming.

    It's the tall part of NYC times 20, maybe more. With windows full of
    air conditioning units and clothes hanging and crazy wires and shit.

By The Watcher on Sunday, August 11, 2013 - 05:39 am:

    What are you doing in Hong Kong?

By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, August 11, 2013 - 02:48 pm:

    Heather, I was hoping you are doing ok in H.K. Some area in city may be depressing.

By droopy on Sunday, August 11, 2013 - 03:14 pm:

    yeah, why is heather in hong kong?

    got an email from my mother this morning. she's in
    victoria b.c. she said nothing about the food.

By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, August 11, 2013 - 10:11 pm:

    Probably the food is expensive in Canada. I had my first experience when I was in Toronto back in '87, I ordered a light salad along with milk, a whooping $ 8.99 bill!

By ... on Monday, August 12, 2013 - 01:11 am:

    an acquaintance/friend of mine is from HK. she is
    insane and crazy. we rarely have conversations
    that lack detailed descriptions of her most recent
    sexual encounters. like, seriously detailed.

    i had planned a trip to China last year. then i
    met my Chinese girlfriend. we just booked 4 nights
    in Montreal. as with our last trip, i paid for
    hotel and plane, she'll pay for the food. food
    looks asspensive in Montreal but not so much as
    nyc. my mother and i came here in 1986 when i
    auditioned for Juilliard. 2 cappuccini and 2
    brownies at Rockefeller Center: forty fucking
    dollars. we laughed about that for years. now i
    know we coulda just gone to Queens and probably
    got the same thing (sans gratuitous view of a
    skating rink) for $3.75.

By Ms. Pepper on Monday, August 12, 2013 - 07:01 am:

    I don't know about the price in Thailand, probably cheaper. I would never go there. Too risky.

By droopy on Monday, August 12, 2013 - 11:07 pm:

    every evening, lately, i roll myself across town
    to pick up a bottle of cheap wine at walgreens.
    yesterday, as i was coming back, i passed a
    homeless guy bathing himself in a garden on the
    side of a dentists office. there was a hose still
    attached to an outside faucet. he was clothed - t-
    shirt and shorts - but completely wet and
    grinning. it must have been wonderful for him;
    even late in the day, the temperatures are still
    hovering around 100.

    this evening i ran across him in the public park a
    couple of blocks up from the dentist's office.
    this time he was standing next to a public
    drinking fountain doing his ablutions. his back
    was to me. he was washing his ass. he was wearing
    loose-fitting shorts and had his hand stuck down
    the back rubbing away at his scrawny cheeks. i
    don't know if it was with his bare hand or some
    rag he'd picked up somewhere. i didn't feel right
    about sitting there and staring.

    i'll bet heather could see something like this in
    hong kong if she went to some of the "non-
    touristy" spots. and, of course, in nyc. chicago.
    thailand. canada.

    ass-washing is universal.

By spider on Monday, August 12, 2013 - 11:10 pm:

    So is ass-watching.

By Ms. Pepper on Tuesday, August 13, 2013 - 02:18 am:

    droopy, if I were a homeless, I had probably live somewhere in a wood. a small cabin with 320 gallons of water. That's about it. I fear about being homeless that contracts some disease. who knows.

By droopy on Tuesday, August 13, 2013 - 02:52 am:

    a cabin in the woods with 320 gallons of water
    sounds homey. a city is where you live by the laws
    of the concrete jungle.

    besides...in the woods, who will watch your ass?

By Ms. Pepper on Tuesday, August 13, 2013 - 04:40 am:

    Good point droopy, Let me put the blue print back on board. Let see.... a concrete bunker..

By semillama on Wednesday, August 14, 2013 - 01:04 pm:

    I have a bird guide for southern China and the Hong Kong area. Apparently there's a big refuge somewhere around there that's the local birding mecca.

By droopy on Saturday, August 17, 2013 - 01:16 am:

    was at the park earlier this evening, the one with
    the ass-washing guy from a previous post. it's
    been relatively cool, lately - in the low 90s -
    and i thought it would be nice to go out there and
    finish the book i was reading.

    the main character is in lust with the femme
    fatale. she convinces him to kill her husband. he
    stages an accident, but the victim turns out to be
    his own best friend.

    i hear what seems to be singing. i look to my
    right and see what looks like a woman walking up
    the street from the west. she's far enough off,
    and my eyesight isn't good, so it still looks like
    a woman. blond hair in a mullet; the voice sounds
    like a woman's. but the closer she gets, i find
    it's just just her talking to herself...in wailed
    bursts. she sits down on a low wall in the park
    and is quiet.

    at this point in the book, the main character is
    standing over the body of his friend, who is not
    quite dead yet. but his body is mangled and one
    eye is hanging out of its socket by a tendon. then
    i hear a voice to my left.

    "this whole park was once a water garden, this
    whole thing," he says again when i look over at
    him. he is making a sweeping motion with his right
    arm to indicate the park. he's in his mid-fifties
    to about sixty, as far as i can tell. he's wearing
    a baseball cap and his long, salt and pepper hair
    goes down to his shoulders. he's wearing a faded
    t-shirt, shorts, and has a purse-like bag slung
    over one shoulder.

    "actually," i said, "this park has been here since
    1905. the water park is over in the southeast part
    of town."

    "no," he said, "there was a water park here. i
    know because this is my park. there was water
    every where."

    i realized this guy had his own reality. who am i
    to contradict it.

    he pointed to the east, "see that construction?"

    i nodded, though i didn't know what the hell he
    was pointing at.

    "that's mine. i built that."

    i nodded and looked duly impressed. this seemed to
    satisfy him and he walked off. stopping just once
    to look back at me and say, "i have spoken."

By droopy on Sunday, August 18, 2013 - 12:16 am:

    the park, again. different book. this chapter is
    about a nurse in los angeles who was a jewish
    refugee from austria during ww2.

    i hear a scraping sound. from my peripheral vision
    is sea a field of blue and green. i look up and
    it's a man - a black guy, just to set the scene.
    he's wearing a flowing robe of blue with a green
    sash or whatever hanging over his left shoulder.
    his hair is cut to the scalp on the sides, but
    what's left on the top is dyed blue.

    he's four feet away from me. i look up at him and
    say, "hello." he says hello back and walks off. i
    watch him walk off across the street to the
    courthouse. he walks alongside it and you think at
    some point he's going to bless the place.

By Ms. Pepper on Sunday, August 18, 2013 - 07:19 pm:

    It is nice that you are spending time in the park diverse your time from another activity.

    I am feeling tired even thought I wasn't doing anything. It was naproxy (medicine) making me so sleepy when not doing anything.

    Yesterday at the gas station, A lady from my high school day ran into me and asked me if knew her. I was dazed and confused until I recognized her face.

    Tomorrow, I starts my class at the community college. hopefully, this will occupy me from being boredom and keeps me from getting depressed.

By sarah on Thursday, August 22, 2013 - 03:27 pm:

    what happened with the audition at Julliard?

By Ms. Pepper on Thursday, August 22, 2013 - 08:10 pm:

    Probably he was disqualified from there.

By The Watcher on Friday, August 23, 2013 - 03:48 am:

    heather hasn't answered my question.

    The lack of an answer only sends my crazed imagination into over drive. Scenes of foreign intrigue flash through my mind.

By Ms. Pepper on Friday, August 23, 2013 - 08:37 am:

    and lurking the investigation in my mind.

By Danielssss on Monday, August 26, 2013 - 06:04 pm:

    some of the food in Hong Kong moves, jiggles, breathes, and laughs. I don't know about the ass washing there. be safe, travel in pairs on motor bikes, at night, only in sections of town which you do not know.

By Danielssss on Monday, August 26, 2013 - 06:04 pm:

    some of the food in Hong Kong moves, jiggles, breathes, and laughs. I don't know about the ass washing there. be safe, travel in pairs on motor bikes, at night, only in sections of town which you do not know.


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