HANGING LOOSE

For old times sake, seeing as they were still open when I got down to C'town in the evening to smoke a pipe and wait for the bookseller to get off work, I bought a pack of 555 ciggies at Waa Long Kong Si. They've gotten more expensive. Probably Trump's fault. Damned tarriffs. All prices have gone up. This may force us all into becoming vegetarians leading pure and abstemious lives. Which is un-American.

By the way: avoid Texas beef It's likely filled with maggots.
Always unclean, now probably worse than ever.
A poxy hellhole of a place.
In my opinion.


Yesterday's lunch was veggies and fatty preserved meats, delicious, while today was down at a familiar place, savoury chicken and tofu with rice and hot sauce, washed down copiously with tea. Followed by a smoke in a pipe that is older than I am. All of which was delightful.

As a side note: hot sauce, to Toishanese people, is still that vaguely toasty fried chili oil which adds a warmed pan taste but no appreciable heat. Discovered that at lunch yesterday, but it was tasty and enjoyable nevertheless.

At the burger place, the bookseller and I discussed the sports line-up this coming Sunday. White trash cage brawl on the south lawn, two important world cup matches (Netherlands-Japan and Curaçao-Germany), and the event to which people look forward all year, namely Hello Kitty At The Ballpark. It is entirely unlikely that the rancid rightwing scoundrels in the backroom will have any interest in the last three, so I suspect that we will have the white trash event on teevee.

Sadly, the Giants look to be the worst team in baseball right now. No amount of Hello Kitty's inspiring presence will change that. Rather, their dross will likely rub off on her, and she'll have to take a long hot shower afterwards. Unclean! Unclean!


That's okay. I've some cigarettes she might like. Ultra-thin little smokes from the mainland with lovely packaging, and a tangerine peel fragrance capsule in the filter.
Very elegant, and stylish. Tasteful.



The karaoke place when we passed was a steaming slice of hell with lots of dubious people, probably Financial District drooges, and what had once been our bail-out bar closed for the evening because the new girl doesn't care about tips or the regulars. The new bail out only had four people in it when we swaggered in. The bartender was happy to see us, and after about ten minutes Tat Yee showed up and greeted us. He too would have been up at the other place, but change is good.



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