Phnom Penh Cambodia from Vietnam
April 19th 2011 The old drunk looked like Jerry Garcia resurrected. White, wiry Santa whiskers. His coarse, steel-wool hair had been brush-hammered into a flaring ponytail. His breath reeked of Red Bull and Jack Daniels. He stood at Karen’s ear trying to cajole her into joining him at his commercial bakery making bagels and breads for local restaurants. His equally shit-faced buddy was touting a DC-10 that
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