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'Come on Max,' I said, 'let's grab some fried rice and just try to be normal.'

'Normal in Java, good luck.'

Gang Dolly was now a respectable neighborhood.

A street back was run by karaoke bars.

'Surely they'll sell fried rice, Max?'

'We can only try.'

And the Bintang would be on me.

'Who knows, we might be able to croon a few tunes.'

'And lay some whores.'

'No no,' I said, 'it's time to just be normal, get a bight and move on into the night.'

A few bottles later, hot Javanese were goading us on.

I had partaken in three of them.

That Viagra I took back at the cemetery had real staying power.

'And so has the leaves of the coffee plant that I put in your drink.'

I was wondering what those leaves were doing floating in my beer.

'Well, now you know.'

I longed for fried rice without sex.

Tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights.