Friday, May 12, 2006

Seventy-five Japanese women singing in the vaults directly beneath my bed. Seventy-four, actually. One of them missed her bus.


Minyoh singing, I'm told they call it. They've been at it for hours. Complain? No, I shan't complain. Why would I complain? I am alive, and they have reminded me of the fact.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Cuban Pimp said...

That happened to me. Twice.

3:12 PM  

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