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May 13, 2015
Erguotou was useless with cocktails
And gulping it was preferable to sipping it, of course. It was so hard to drink, and it was so hard to drink just a little, that nights tended to dissolve. In Beijing, a surprisingly unregulated city for expats, Erguotou was a convenient justification for the mistakes I made as an adult-child. Prancing around the street through the cars, obliviously. The women, especially those whom I never wanted to talk to sober. The callousness. Dressed as a Chinese waitress one Halloween, I debated the nature of violence for hours, then slapped a stranger. Soon after that, I knew it was time to leave. Thirst for Destruction - Roads & Kingdoms
Posted by gerardvanderleun at May 13, 2015 10:08 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.