I Dont Believe This!

Oh My God, what ridiculousness. Why am I not in Saigon at the moment taking photos of people selling shit of the street in District One? Let’s see, thirty minutes before check-in at the airport, Chris called me to cancel the date. Why? Because he though I was slotting him into my life just like how I slot everyone else. Sure, if they’re slotting me around the rest of their lives too, like