Day 2

most of you know....rather, some of you know that i dont have any immediate family in the states. I do have people which i call my american grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles. Although they are not blood, its as close i as i have to a family structure.

Tonight, i went to my american uncles place. (We got there via motorcycle and i wish i had brought my camera). He and his family fled to america, made a decent living and now has moved back to his home country. Hes got a beautiful house here in Vietnam, all only costing 200,000 US dollars. A house we could only dream of in america....hes even got servants. There i saw my american grandpa. The guys 93 years old and was the liveliest mother fucker ever. For me to explain how enthusiatic he was in the context of text would do no justice. Just three days prior to my arrival, he fell down some stairs and lumped up his head. Hes lost all his memory and doesn't remember a thing....and its so sad to see him in that sort of condition. His eyes have no life in them. When he fell there was no trace of blood, but just a fat ass lump. Seeing blood might have made the situation better, but not seeing a drop of blood made it even scarier. Every night he panics, wakes up not knowing shit and starts cussing, all while throwing shit out the window. Theyve emptied his room to avoid such incidents.

We had a feast and i drank with my uncle. I held my own while reppin' USA. Great conversations were had with my limited vietnamese. I believe that im a natural speaker so long as im comforatable. Sad words were always leveled out with happy words. An hour went by of just conversing. The whole time I absorbed like a sponge listening to what everyone had to say, while adding some words here and there.

We left the place...heading back home i see some kids playing soccer with a coconut. The kid kicks it out into the street....I wish i was able to kick it back to him. (the streets are dangerous here,...agressive driving is the only way to drive).

Here, people love soccer. Reruns of the world cup is on multple channels. Even my girl cousins watch and play. Matter of fact im watching soccer now, but its hard for me to pay attention, whike typing. In addition, im buzzed as fuck and im tired because of the time difference.

Its about time i get some rest. I appreciate everyones responses to my emails moreso than youd think. Im glad to be commuicating with everyone still and i hope to revert back to primitism and write some letters. Be patient...theyll eventually come.

thank you for reading.