The Scene of my Almost Death
It started coming down like the armageddon, prompting us to retreat back to the fortress, to wine on home-brewed Trung Nguyen coffee and feast on Chez Guido (don’t ever get the deluxe burger, ever).
With the trusty Macbook from 2006, madame requested respite from the dungeon heat we call trapped Hoach humidity. Like the knight I am, I scurried up and back down the tower, to retrieve the wind for madame. In return, the powers of the fortress almost zapped me to kingdom come. Most certainly it wasn’t the Macbook, as I used the same construction as the evening previous. Perhaps it was the downpouring armageddon, mixed in with whatever wizardry meshed within these walls, that blackened my hands like I have sinned (debatable), that flashed life before my eyes. It was in that light that all these moments would have evaporated into atoms, into spell. And here I am, staring at madame, 3 devoured peach pits, reading and e-mailing the blog ruminations of a Pilipino game developer.
Let us all be grateful, eat peaches, drink Trung Nguyen, all hail destiny and the universe.
Like the Wu-Tang, Vietnamese power outlets ain’t nothin’ to **** with.
Surge protectors, they’re like condoms for your existence.
