十八. Handover

I can keep applying but I know it’s me blocking myself, not a bossman on the other side. I’ve got to pick it up again, get past the voice in my head telling me, No!

Mười bảy. The Good, the Bad, and the Blind

We were held up by the Khmer Rouge on the edge of Angkor Watt, held up with machetes and Kalashnikovs, while our black tunic’ed kidnappers looked at what they could steal.

Bonus. Girlfriends and Sisters

The flames turned into a huge fireball that lashed fiery tongues at the ceiling tiles, melting them into blackened charcoal slabs that peeled away and dropped like burnt crackers to the floor.

じゅうよん. One Night in Shibuya

Her jacket was slung across her shoulders—she’d been wearing it despite the sweaty air of the nightclub—and I removed it like a gentleman, spread it across the coarse stone steps so that we could sit down in comfort.