Cookie Cutter

6:45 AM Tuesday, January 18, 2000

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So what's the first thing you do when you get off the plane in some place you've never been before? Like Taipei Taiwan? R..O..C..Baby. You look at the color of the walls? You look at the floor tile? Carpet? People in uniform? I look to the wall just a foot up from the ground. I'm looking near vending machines and kiosks. I'm looking for the plug. What kind of plug do they have here? Apparently I'll be killed if they find drugs on me.

The flight over was a dream! Except for the bad Albert Brooks movie. Do Chinese people get Albert Brooks? Oh well, all I did was sit down, stoned out of my gourd on a chocolate chip cookie made with pot butter that my loving upstairs neighbors Sam and Lucy gave to me and I think I ate airline food, and I think I wrote that last journal entry, and I think the plane took off, but all I really remember is scoring the moisturizer and pulling down my eyeshade and going to sleep. I woke up 12 hours later. No lie. 30 minutes from landing. I feel so rested and happy now. And the AC plugs are USA-style. 2 hours till I go to Singapore. Yeah. That was the best 13 hours sitting in a chair that I've ever done.