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Fliday's already come and went, but I thought I'd pretend it still is. It's gotta be still Fliday somewhere in China- Town, right? Somewhere there must still be an opium den open for bidness; axe Nick Tosches, maybe he still knows the way, but the last time I looked in his little book, The Last Opium Den, it seemed like he took pains to conceal the exact place where he last took a few puffs of the dragon, tho I'd bet my last scrapings it was a swamp someplace in Burma; got there by motorbike if I remember correct; once they settled in, he traded M'boro Reds for more hits of the Real...bet GPS and fucking iphones don't even work there, thank Allah and Buddha both. place was up on stilts or sumshit; the war seemed to be over, but the Generals prolly wern't far away. triangulate this, Bangkok that...maybe Jonh Burdett can help us: " The eternal passed by in the form of a pimp. The prattle ceased. " - Jean Genet by way of Burdett. JD
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