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May 13, 2015

Erguotou was useless with cocktails

—you couldn’t any more mask its vomit-y bouquet than you could geld a bull with a spoon.
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.

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