I'm on Bui Vien in Saigon/HCMC. Hotel is around the corner from the Crazy Buffalo. (RIP).
Night time, not that late. I'm headed back to the spot with a Banh Mi in hand, finna lay it down after a whole day of walking and crossing their crazy streets.
In the most broken English you can imagine, Mr. Nguyen says to your boy
YOU WANT COCAINE?
Da hell?
Now, I'm dreadlocked, so randoms asking me for weed or trying to sell me ganja is normal. This dude trying to get me to buy snow in a communist country with their version of the federales all over...
You gotta be an idiot to even think about committing crime in a spot like that...
Night time, not that late. I'm headed back to the spot with a Banh Mi in hand, finna lay it down after a whole day of walking and crossing their crazy streets.
In the most broken English you can imagine, Mr. Nguyen says to your boy
YOU WANT COCAINE?
Da hell?
Now, I'm dreadlocked, so randoms asking me for weed or trying to sell me ganja is normal. This dude trying to get me to buy snow in a communist country with their version of the federales all over...
You gotta be an idiot to even think about committing crime in a spot like that...
