I’ve been in Hong Kong for a week now, or as my mom calls it, “the city that never dies”. (She also refers to David Beckham as “that batman guy who married the spicy girl.) I’m eating well, I talk to talk people with my mouth, I get out, and I even wear a shirt everyday. It’s like I’m employed again. It’s a great city.  The pace of life is so much faster than my couch. Living above a shopping mall is interesting because it’s like watching the seasons change with stores going in and out of business. I should really open up a business that exclusively makes “FINAL SALE 90% OFF” signs.

The part of town I’m in is sort of the Boca Raton of Hong Kong. I went to a banquet the other night and I think my mom was the youngest by three decades. To them I’m sure they are thinking that they have farts older than me. I asked my grandfather how old he thought I was.

21? (more) 24? (more) 27? (more) 28? (more) 29? (more) 30? (more)…. 21?