Life’s a funny thing
Oh why hello again Beijing airport, I felt like we just met and here I am again. Oh wait, probably because I was just here a few days ago. Is it sad that I’m getting so good at airports that I can spot a free power port that will accept an american power plug from 30 feet away?
Bryans’ mom died this weekend. The woman, although slightly crazy and not related to me directly, meant a lot to me. More importantly Bryan means a lot to me. My father was understandably unenthusiastic but understanding of my decision to catch the next flight to Denver to meet Bryan and Nick. It’ll mean 10 days alone in a hotel room, and for a man whose 74 and not in the best of health, it makes his son worry a bit. All I can say is he better not die while I’m doing this, or he’ll have me on his hands. On the plus side I’m pretty sure I’d never need to make the “god doesn’t exist” argument ever again.
So here I am, sitting on the increasingly hard granite floor at gate E30. I wonder if AT&T knows how much I appreciate their unlimited data plan that I can use to connect to the internet while in China. Porn anyone?
It’s also a great way to get around that pesky facebook ban China has. Yeah fuck you communists, you haven’t figured this out.
I’m really not looking forward to landing in Denver. I have absolutely no clue what to say to my best friend. Just a hug I guess. I’ll probably end up making some jackass comments about death or some fucked up joke. You know how I am.
I feel like some major life changes are in order. Not all of my ideas have been the best for my welfare. I’ve considered starting up an addiction. Drugs sound promising but I think it would interfere to much with my regular lifestyle. I was leaning towards sex addiction, the meetings would be more interesting. Also I’m just good looking enough to pull it off without spending too much money on hookers. I mean I’d have to drop my standards way down obviously but I definitely see some promise in sex addiction. I mean most STD’s are pretty treatable these days, atleast the ones I’d catch.
I probably already am a sex addict. You should see the conversations I have with my girlfriend, probably pretty disturbing to the average human being.
Another option that seems like a real blast is becoming a drug dealer. I don’t mean like one of those low level pushers and traders doing drug runs. I mean starting a very serious operation catering to some people with some money unlikely to get busted. It’d be a fun hobby I think, plus I’d meet some interesting people. Ok, maybe, I have a few tendencies towards self destruction, but at least I’m honest about them. That has to count for something?
Alright so clearly I’m unable to focus on anything serious, like the death of someone I cared about. Add one more line to the list of character defects I suppose, I should ask my ex girlfriend for that complete list sometime, might be helpful when I want to knock my self esteem back down to -1000.
Anyway, book recommendation: God Hates Us All by Hank Moody
Beijing, E30
