In all 18 years of this life, I've never had shit on me besides my own. Never stepped on dog poo, never had a deranged elderly person fling faeces at my face.
"I mean, honestly, it's pretty damned ridiculou.. fuck."
I stopped and froze, a cold, uneasy feeling creeping up the nerves in my body.
"Ian?"
"Fuck fuck fuck. I think a bird crapped on me."
"No, I don't see anything."
"Fuck you it crapped on me."
With great trepidation I gingerly brushed the mercilessly violated area of my hair.
My fingers came with a sticky mixture of yellowish liquid encompassing a soft brown paste.
Ian was not pleased.
Yeah so I ran to the toilet and washed the fucking shit off, then proceeded to look like a downy who played with water, half my hair wet. Fuck. Chester and MC bought 4D, the fuckers. Hell it must be my lucky day.
See I'm fine with nothing good happening, I just pray that shit doesn't happen. Oh wait..
Anyway, we headed to Golden Mile for dinner. Now I have no idea why Chester wanted his belated birthday celebration there. Belated? Oh yeah, because on the 18th of June, Lum decided Sonia was more important.
Anyway, great pains were had looking for the place. The cabby kept repeating Golden Mile and Beach road, until he confused not just our destinations, but us as well. Jeebus, just answer the question, shut up, and drive next time. He did not get tips.
The whole place was like this, Little Thailand thing, very reminiscent of Paramount, except it was slightly bigger, had Thais instead of Filipinos, and smelled twice as bad. I have no idea what or where the smell came from, but MC commented it was like rabbit piss.
We got there and wandered around for like half an hour and quoting the same line in Tropic Thunder over and over.
"We lost man, we super fuckin lost man!"
Once again great pains were had to have the dinner, but I was stuffed beforehand so nothing much went in.
Then we had shisha at Arab Street. Wow tobacco is good. It's not good for you good, but it sure as hell feels good. Like cigarettes but without the crappy, smoky taste. In fact you can have mint and green apple (which we did) which makes it very very enjoyable.
But yeah usual health hazards you associate with cigarettes apply. Nicotine, the stuff that women also seem to feed you with, tar and a smattering of chromium amongst others I couldn't be arsed to read.
Having said that, I don't think anyone can deny they felt really, really good. Joy said "Wah very long never see you happy until like that liao."
Yeah and it took substance abuse to get it. Lmao.