LOL@myself

Long ago and seems so far away….(I fell in love with you…before the second show)…Almost, but before that, we kids ran around the neighbourhood – an alley in the middle- looking for anything. One day, that anything happened to be my bro-in-law’s fishing rod. It just happened that an really old couple across from us kept arguing non-sense, verbally abusive and being obnoxious. I thought I could play “hero” for one day, like a David Bowie’s song.

So together with a bunch of “facebook followers”, I stuck the rod through their window (in Vietnam, tropical heat was unbearable unless you opened all windows but only with metal rods for safety). When they were so into their fights – with backs against the fateful window – I would poke thinking just to distract them for a quick second before withdrawing the rod and ducked out of sight.

Mind you. These were really old folks, borderline senile and forgetful. (We were 5 years-old and down). Their being startled and stopping mid-sentences (cursing) to find out what/who poke at her back drew huge LOL’s from us. On my third attempt, at repeating the by-then new routine: sticking the rod as far as possible, poking , then pulling with both hands as quickly as possibly could. This time, the rod got stuck: I got her nose (an animal shrei<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<k “Oi Gioi oi! Chet toi roi! Oh my Goddddd….Someone is killing me). Out of panic, I yanked even more before did a Kabul withdrawal.

Long story short, of course, I got spanked. Really good and it’s my turn (Karma) to shreik>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>please stop, don’t kill me. The old neighbour got a stitch. I was time-out, benched, on lock-down for weeks. I guessed my brother-in-law got his fishing rod back.

And I, who tried water-ski, snow-mobile ski, horseback riding, helicopter riding, ballroom dancing and hapkido…(before I broke my arm after 4 weeks), never have I tried my luck at FISHING>>>>>>>>No way, Jose! Years later, in Boston Chinatown, I ran into one of the kids of that fishing expedition. He recalled right away the incident:” hey, look, this guy went fishing: know what he caught? An old lady”.

LOL@myself”

“Cougar”. The term wasn’t invented back then. Or else, I’d have to live down as a Cougar Catcher (” nguoi cau ba cu”).