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Cambodia Intermission: Warning, Plotholes ahead!


After having dinner with Brett, we realized just how much we blacked out. Here are a few of the holes in time we managed to fill:

1. In the Air

On the flight from Siem Reap to Guangzhou (we think) I sat next to this fat girl. According to Brett, immediately after sitting down I began telling her my life story. This continued for two hours, and Brett knows because he sat behind us and popped out his headphones every now and then while I was talking about who I was fucking, and my terrible job situation. He was surprised at how engaged and interested she was, considering I talked nonstop the entire flight. I blacked out for at least two hours, which makes sense because that would have been half an hour after I drank the rum and at least eight pink pills and a few blue ones. A rum raisin milk shake is the gayest way possible to black out, but hey, that's Xanax for ya.

Keeping Death In Mind


March 10, 2010. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Late morning.

I pulled on my swim trunks, trainers, and a tank top and walked out of my little guesthouse room, sliding through the cramped restaurant strewn with tables, and out into the hot, dusty air of Phnom Penh. It's a hot day. It'll be good to swim after lifting weights.

I said, "No no, thank you" to the tuk-tuk drivers offering to take me somewhere in the city, pushed through the little crowd, and out onto the street. The streets in Cambodia more resemble alleyways than streets, and I navigate around people and vehicles.

I went down to the end of the street, turned left, and skirted along close to the local restaurants, half-tent half-storefront type places to get food. I stepped into the crosswalk, the Hotel Cambodiana rising in front of me. I check right and then left, and I watch left as I cross, watching for oncoming traffic.


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