Though I had been dumped by Megan, there were plenty of new and emerging and younger Megans popping up.

She'd be 34 now.

A hand went into one of my breast pockets.

It was a street beggar dressed in rags.

I had my razor blade inside my pocket.

The beggar was bleeding.

Lesson:  don't try and fuck with me.

I had cut my hand a similar way.

And I knew it would hurt.

I threw a few Yuan at my feet.

Before I could say Jack Robinson, it was a beggars convention.

Before things got nasty, I slipped down the road.

Yes, slipped. The road was covered with grey sloppy ice.

Guiyang in the winter, in-fucking-vigorating.




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