Argument in the middle of Trump indictment news celebration
If there was ever a time for morning drinking - this is it.
Nick has guests over to celebrate the latest Trump news and they have commenced to morning drink. It’s morning here in Saigon.
I didn’t mind having so many Americans over.
I did not even mind the morning drinking. This was a real “calls for heavy drinking” event if there ever was one.
But it quickly turned weird.
Now, this group has known each other for years and sometimes find themselves in the same part of the world.
They met years ago in a Hong Kong bar and have stayed in touch.
I think most of them are journalists of some kind. I know that a couple of them used to work for The Economist - the rest - I have no clue.
And frankly I don’t care. I’m a cat - if it doesn’t have anything to do with me I just ignore it.
Anyway, Nick and his smoker friends were out on the balcony when a multi-legged insect crawled past them.
“A centipede!” one of scribes shouted like he had just discovered a cure for the common cold.
“No,” shouted another, “that’s a millipede!”
This set off a huge, noisy debate as to what was crawling around in the middle of these drunken idiots.
I let it go on for about five minutes and then I could not take anymore.
I squirmed and scratched my way out of one of the woman scribe’s arms. I usually love the attention but this shouting could not be allowed to go on.
The neighors were watching and taking pictures. To be used as evidence, no doubt. We know most of our neighbors and they love me. Always a bit of fish for me whenever they see me.
I could not let this go on.
Once freed, I walked over and inspected the insect in question. I have no idea if it was a centipede or a millipede, but it was damn tasty.
All insects taste the same.
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