Weirdo Magnet

I don't know why weirdos are so attracted to me. Maybe it's my deodorant.

The other day i was taking pictures of a house when a guy came out of it and started talking to me. His name is Hieu and he's a motorcycle mechanic. He invited me in and served up some candied ginger. Then , with hardly any segue way, he drags me upstairs to show me his extensive Chinese porn collection. I don't know how we got to that- one moment he's showing me pictures of his dead dad's funeral, and the next we're in an upstairs room with drying laundry on lines watching a poor girl get thoroughly abused on a little tv. And as if that wasn't inappropriate enough, he suddenly unzips his pants to show me the glass beads he had implanted on either side of his dangle. Hieu, you charmer.

Later, he insisted on having a drink, and i figured i'd seen the worst, so i didn't resist. As we drank, Hieu pointed out which girls in the bar would steal your money while you slept if you took them home. In addition to that jewel, I learned alot of other practical information vital to those considering becoming a thug.

Despite my protests, Hieu kept on ordering us drinks on my tab, so we started getting pretty drunk. I was kind of annoyed at this, but Hieu seemed harmless enough. Plus, you haven't done anything until you've sat in the back of a dark, steamy Saigon dive after closing playing cards with a shirtless, one-armed veteran of the Vietnamese/Cambodian war, a street hooker who's fallen asleep in a potted plant, and a drunk, crazy, surgically altered motorcycle mechanic.