Day 9 :
I know I promised you some sort of humanitarian or political efforts to further extend your support for human rights while rightfully acknowledging the spirit of human competition at its highest level. But right now, I’d kidnap a Tibetan national, dip him in a vat of guacamole, roll him up in a tortilla, sprinkled with melted, processed cheese and homemade salsa, and beat him with a funnel cake if I knew the end result would produce ½ lb greasy BBQ’d burger topped with anything and everything from your vegetable and cheese drawers pressed between two white flour sesame seed buns topped with a run-on sentence. Lightly toasted.
Though I’m sure I could create such a scenario here in Shanghai, I’ve been preoccupied with this:
A crazy, ungodly adorable Shanghai girl who keeps following me and taking my picture. So, we buy her lunch.
Catching up on old times, I grace her with my witty banter. My ability to use chopsticks fills her eyes with admiration. And I gently plant the seed that an evening out with three of her closest, bestest looking female friends tomorrow night would be a diplomatically important move to strengthen political ties between China and the US. Or Germany. Or where ever who gives a fu*k.
I know I promised you some sort of humanitarian or political efforts to further extend your support for human rights while rightfully acknowledging the spirit of human competition at its highest level. But right now, I’d kidnap a Tibetan national, dip him in a vat of guacamole, roll him up in a tortilla, sprinkled with melted, processed cheese and homemade salsa, and beat him with a funnel cake if I knew the end result would produce ½ lb greasy BBQ’d burger topped with anything and everything from your vegetable and cheese drawers pressed between two white flour sesame seed buns topped with a run-on sentence. Lightly toasted.
Though I’m sure I could create such a scenario here in Shanghai, I’ve been preoccupied with this:
A crazy, ungodly adorable Shanghai girl who keeps following me and taking my picture. So, we buy her lunch.
Catching up on old times, I grace her with my witty banter. My ability to use chopsticks fills her eyes with admiration. And I gently plant the seed that an evening out with three of her closest, bestest looking female friends tomorrow night would be a diplomatically important move to strengthen political ties between China and the US. Or Germany. Or where ever who gives a fu*k.
