Not Writing Is Killing Me

… aren’t we all already dead anyway?

For real for real is now fr fr. And fr fr, for the second time in my life (shoutout to first time — in the year of 2016), I time travel around the Earf in three short weeks on a series of one way flights in and don’t publish anything for my annual Top Ten Travels 2024. What in tar nation? It’s down right racist… against a superior race of creative writing expressed toward the goal of increased mental wellness. Can you feel me now? Do you smell what I’m stepping in?

Athens, again. Istanbul (fka Constantinople and now know as LITstanbul) for the third time in three years. Cambodia for the first time everrrrr, and… Groundhog Day, Ghostbustin ass, Bill Murray Lost in Translation tallest-guy-on-the-train location of Nippon, usually referred to as Japan. Probably my fave place and my first time back since the Panda. The latter two Asian nations come with the wonderful experience of returning to hip hop touring. Actually doing the touring too.

So yeah. I didn’t write much about any of it. Except one entry I call Khmer Things. That and a bunch of photos will have to suffice until I get back on the bicicleta, back to my writing. But to not dying a slow and quiet death.

Khmer Things

Riding shotgun in a tuktuk through the streets of Phnom Penh is what might one might call Final Boss Level Shit. File it alongside 75 cent beer, literally sold to me at 75 cents. Cambodia takes the actual US Dollar everywhere, wildly giving me change in a mix of US doll hairs and Cambodia Riels. Our good old homie Colin-Izashun all up in this motherfucker. No choice but to take it as a win, I walk the streets around the Central Market.

Like when taxis stop to refuel at a gas station on the way to the airport with you in the car. I’m sure there’s a better way to grade that in English, mine is lacking by now. Right now. Fr fr. There’s a Starbucks here. In the gas station. I’m avoiding them. Why four dolla holla when I get the same $1.50. In American dollars. Southeast Asia is a lot. I can dig PP. Cambodia has a unique texture and mouthfeel.

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2 Responses to Not Writing Is Killing Me

  1. Tony G's avatar Tony G says:

    I recognize that foot. But not those skulls. Pics and tales are fr fr.

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