Spotlight Friend(s)

Today, Thuc had a “luau party” for his bday. Thuc’s been a good buddy of mines for quite some time. Although, marriage has tempered him, we still converse like typical males, with egos clashing and bellow out perverse subject matters. But that’s how me and Thuc get along, not compete…

* * * break time * * *

Mid-afternoon, I carried food from Thuc’s luau down to Goorin Brothers to keep SinCin company and kill monotony while she worked. After finding hair in the food I brought her (which she claims is a curse she has), she dreamt of getting her hands on free Jimmy Choos at a downtown Sex & The City promotion the next day, while we played the Trish Trang CD over and over and over, watched the Memoirs of a Geisha trailer online, and, finally, we both bellowed out “The BOOB”‘s name for the world to hear. That’s how me and SinCin get along, not compete…

* * * break time over * * *

I had got back to Thuc’s pad the evening for more food. Yes, it’s a vice of mine. Food. Keeps my stomach quiet. Anyways, I momentarily broke my promise to no longer play poker, as I had mentioned in my previous entry. The players were “Bill”, Ming & May, Bieu, Thuc, and me. I had never played with either of them, so my ego had set in. Maybe these folks are suckers. I tend to fool others with my “dead, emotionless” look when it comes to poker, but what suckered me were these player’s “innocent” facial expressions. I was the 2nd player kicked out of the game. But, we didn’t play for money. I had lost my pride. That’s how me and my friends get along, not compete…



Television’s perfect. You turn a few knobs, a few of those mechanical adjustments at which the higher apes are so proficient, and lean back and drain your mind of all thought. And there you are watching the bubbles in the primeval ooze. You don’t have to concentrate. You don’t have to react. You don’t have to remember. You don’t miss your brain because you don’t need it. Your heart and liver and lungs continue to function normally. Apart from that, all is peace and quiet. You are in the man’s nirvana. And if some poor nasty minded person comes along and says you look like a fly on a can of garbage, pay him no mind. He probably hasn’t got the price of a television set. – Raymond Thornton Chandler, writer (1888-1959)

Nip/Tuck

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