I forgot to take my Typhoid pills on Thursday, but I took them on Friday, and then didn’t bring them along as I traveled from New York to Pennsylvania. I turned around and drove two hours out of my way to get them.
Now the final pill sits in my friends refrigerator, festering and waiting for its day in my empty stomach.
We’ll see if I get Typhoid out there.
Time to unlock the good ole iPhone, my only silver-screened companion on this voyage. I’ll be buying foreign SIM (Identity Module) cards, and I’ll let the men and women over yonder charge to let me through their gates and out onto the bandwidth.
The classics are classic for a reason. They say shit that hits all of us in the face. I know it’s sophomoric to say but I’ve gone post-classical somehow, graduated with a BA straight into the underground, and now I’m begging for my freedom from my own version of a Hanoi Hilton staged in my parents basement.
What do you do when you really want to extend a childhood? Head off to Singapore and start walking north.
I’ve got my flight booked for April 21st. Just got four vaccines and a bunch of malaria pills to the tune of $600. Now I just have to take a pill every other day for the next week to immunize myself to Typhoid Fever.
TYLSCH 