Of Bastards and Bitches Parts 1 & 2 v1
Original v1, Now One Night in Shibuya I sat close by the bar, watching the people wild at the sound of the bell, pulling party streamers and kissing each other,…
Shit!
Original of Girlfriends & Sisters Harold was of naturally nervous disposition: indeed being self-concious and clumsy made appear even stupid in other people's eyes and this only exaggerated his already…
تسعة عشر. Girlfriends and Sisters
Haroun was of a naturally nervous disposition. Already self-conscious and clumsy, this also made him appear stupid in other people's eyes which then exaggerated his already scattered behaviour.
じゅうはち. One Night in Shibuya
The countdown had begun; music span from the speakers, clubbers jumped up, arms in the air, shouted each number, thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven, music beating each second with its rhythm. Alone in a corner, slumped against the wall, thinking, I was trying to remember the year that was nearly over. How apt it was to be single, now, just as I had been when it had begun.
The Affair
Partial Original of Elephant Mountains See grainy, textured landscapes of roughened gorse and heather washed by an all-encompassing misty drizzle, the wind piercing my threadbare clothing dissolving the marrow of…
семнадцать. The Mule
Jed took hold of the dried lizards, I took the bong and together we ran to the train. A three foot bong is difficult enough to handle without having both hands occupied with plastic bags of food and drink, and a rucksack on your back. I pinched it under my arm and stepped out from the tourist waiting room into a calm night heat. The sounds of Beijing eluded us on the platform.
十六. The Mao Cap
We'd gone to Dali, to a market on the lake, but Ben had fallen ill with dysentery so we hadn't been able to stay long. In fact it had gotten so bad that we had to get him to Xichang to find help. I too, had run up a fever after we'd been caught on the hills in the rain with only our T-shirts... It was only Darius who was OK.
Liquor and Dried Lizards
Original of The Mule Jed took hold of the dried lizards, I managed the bong and together we struggled to the train. A three foot bong is difficult enough to…
三. Hong Kong, a Love Story
I'm a-walking down Nathan Road with a strut in my legs like I'm dancing, the crowds thick as steam off the paving. Cars are pressed cheek to cheek and blowing fury and the neon billboards stretch into the middle of the road ends touching and bouncing fire red and orange; and I'm seeing all this on my toes, alive with the noise rattling in my ears, the clatter of kettle drums and disco beats, and high pitched screams like noodle sucks and slurps and the slice of a gaggling chicken throat.