Over my many years in the 'Nog, I've seen many things disappear. Great ethnic restaurants. Cafes serving fantastic chai and cappucino. Funky bars and shops. Dozens of amazing friends. And far too many rice fields and old buildings. Yet when I noticed that the vending machine in the bus station no longer has my favorite pineapple juice, I knew that my tether had reached the limits of it's elasticity.
August 1st, I'm outta here...
On the turntable: Tatopani, "Forbidden Fruit"
On the nighttable: John O'Brien, "Leaving Las Vegas"
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