Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All

Normally, Small Talk Is Enough For Me To Form An Opinion Of Someone. I Make Quick Judgments, Often Completely Wrong, And Then Stick By Them Rigidly.

Every Dream That Anyone Ever Has Is Theirs Alone And They Never Manage To Share It. And They Never Manage To Remember It Either. Not Truly Or Accurately. Not As It Was. Our Memories And Our Vocabularies Aren't Up To The Job.

Though I Walk Through The Valley Of Death I Will Fear No Evil, For I Am The Evilest Motherfucker In The Valley

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down.