Phuc Mai Laif

not really, just too good of a title to pass up. I'm sitting on a tv stand in the NoBai Int'l airport having converted my last few dong into cold beer, stealing electricity to power my beaten-all-to-hell laptop. Just like last year I can't help but imagine the 1975 helicopter evac of the Saigon American embassy:



http://stolenapples1.blogspot.com/2009/10/hunter-s-thompson-interdicted-dispatch.html

and lastly



this is nothing like that of course. But I'm leaving, just the same. On a jet plane. Listening to great music, reading about face transplants, so in actuality: I love my life.

Good Evening, Vietnam.