The way I see it...

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Starting back up...

I've posted a couple oldies but goodies below to get the ball rolling. Come back soon as there is more to come in the near future...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Cobra Kai- August 18th, 2006


Been hearing rumors of it since arriving in Asia, but I wasn't sure it would actually go down. Some say the blood will cause kidney failure, some simply can't stomach the idea, while others insist its but a myth. All the same we decided on our last night in Vietnam we should definitely experience the sacrifice and immediate consumption of the deadly cobra. The mood of the room drastically changes when your man pulls out the feared serpent and its head expands exposing the dreadful hood. The beast proceeds to intimidates its viewers for a few moments before the slaying begins. First the heart is cut out and the blood drained into a glass, followed by a similar display with the stomach and its bile. With the heart still pumping a shot of blood mixed with rice wine is poured over the vital organ. My counterparts want nothing to do with this particular part of the endeavor, so I take the glass and sip the blood stained alcohol. Our guide instructs me to take the whole thing down, heart and all. What am I to do, it would be a sign of disrespect to not follow his wishes so in one swift motion I take back the shot: rice wine, blood, and heart. The heart is believed to give you the vitality and power of the cobra, improving your overall life force. We proceeded to have a snake feast eating about every part of the delectable animal prepared in various wonderful ways. I now have the spirit of the cobra running through my veins rendering me utterly unstoppable.

The Jungle - August 14th, 2006


There we were, deep in enemy territory trying to make the best out of a sticky situation, but everyone senses it...the VC are close. My sweat carries the familiar odor of rice whiskey and the air is pungent with the numbing stinch of grass. My comrads are continually busting into the chants of our fathers, " Ho Chi Min is a son of a bitch, He's got the blue ball crabs and the seven year itch" and Forrest Gump lines are flying off the tonge more often than not. This helps to calm the nerves a bit, but the tension is still high, as is my head. Just then a figure materializes to my right, the jungle seems to come alive and I brace myself while swiftly reaching for my hidden blade. I'll be damned if they get me into that Hanoi hellhole. Luckily the man has his finger jammed half way up his nose, as he indicates that he is a local who has a shack on the mountain. Mountain folk are nutty all over the world. Viet-fuckin-nam man!