Day Nineteen: That's Right!

Welcome back to the land of being caught up! For all of you who wrote papers on time, won your elementary school's award for perfect attendance, and/or never lived on the edge of failure? You don't know what you're missing. That said, I will not fall behind again. My brain feels like bananas flambe that was not put out in time to be edible.


The picture is my shout-out to my old wrestling coach, Coach Rivers. This is called the 'solid' fist. If you do something really cool, you pump your fist once, hold, and say 'solid' in the deepest voice you can. Thus: "I caught back up! Solid."

Daily Goal: 2000

TODAY WORD COUNT: 2473

Surplus/Deficit: 473

J.W.B.: 2799

“You hungry?” Tam said, eyes beaming again. “My friend have restaurant, good food, I can take you!”
All the suspicions that had faded in him while he and Tam talked flamed back up, and he thought it best to ask a few questions, then politely decline.
“Is it close by?” he asked.
“No no, it over in new city.” Sensing his hesitancy, he urged, “Come, it very good food, you like it, I promise.”
He stood there, looking at this diminutive man who told him minutes earlier about his wife and child, his desire to learn English and leave Vietnam. This is retarded, he thought, as he heard the words, “Sure, let’s go,” escape his mouth. Five minutes later, he was on the back of a motorbike, awkwardly grabbing Tam around his waist, flying through the chaotic streets of Hanoi. He had quickly lost his sense of direction as they pulled away from the lake, and he hoped that if he was robbed by Tam and friends of his, they would at least let him keep the film from his new SLR camera, and maybe tell him where the embassy was so he could replace his passport."