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I was lying in bed, laptop on my lap, surfing the net, trying to kill time until I felt like sleeping. This wasn't working because
I told the high school counselor I wanted to be a photographer. He sent me to a wildlife photographer, whom I found boring. I really wanted to shoot for Playboy. I wanted to make
sweet love to a badger. I doubt that will ever happen, unless
I know someone who can give me a very special surgical procedure. I would rather
eat my own nipples in a risotto than do that, which is the worst thing I can think of, even worse than the thought of
the dogmeat sandwiches my father-in-law serves when we visit him outside Saigon. They need a McDonald's. Now you know why we need a McDonald's in Vietnam.
