One of those crazy alcoholic guides motioned for me to come sit next to him on one of the makeshift beds, basically a couple of planks on a couple of logs. I just kept thinking, where am I going to sleep? I was also thinking, I hope I am not sharing a makeshift bed with a crazy alcoholic guide. Then I was thinking, fuck, I really need to sit down. So I sat next to Army Guy, and he gave me a smile, put his hand on my knee and offered me a hit off the bottle.
At that point, all time stopped for about five seconds as I thought about the repercussions of any action that might ensue. Its also important to understand that most Asian men are very touchy with members of the same sex, and I was just hoping that he was breaking my rule and not his own by putting his hand on my knee. There was a lot going on in the little cabin.
Oh well, if I am getting raped by a Tibetan mountain man, I might as well get loaded first. Besides, I didn't have the energy to stop anyone from violating me.
Swig, swig, swig. Ah. refreshing. Burning refreshment. Fuck that hurts so good.
Something was bugging me. I needed to do something, but couldn't quite remember what it was. I wiggled my toe. Ah--the soaking wet shoes that house my soaking wet socks, which are wrapped solidly around my feet.
Off with the bloody shoes. The socks came off like banana peels. My feet looked like giant prunes with raisins for toes. It never felt so good to pull off a pair of shoes.
I took another hit of the bottle and then took out my 5 kuai pen light. I shone it inside my right shoe. Lo and behold, a leech was inching its way around inside my shoe. I picked the nasty little bloodsucker out and tossed it into the fire.
Did he have a right to live? Was I far too brutal? Fuck No. I hate parasites. Let him burn. Nasty little fucker. I found two more in my other shoe. I sentenced them both to the same fate.
Evan found a couple in his shoe. It felt good to throw nasty, bloodsucking leeches into a fiery hell pit. Damn good.
