China Man

I love to go out drinking. Sometimes to the point where I binge drink.

And when I do, I sometimes do strange things.

About three weeks ago, I went out drinking. No reason, I just like to.

Destination: Quincy Center.

First stop: Fuji

Two "bud deiz" (Budweiser) & 1 and half Patron Shots later we were off to another Quincy Bar.

Second Stop: Cannot name the bar since I decided to vandalize the bathroom stall.

Anyways... Drunkenly, my best friend and I decided to marker the stall. Something I hadn't ever done before in life, but always secretly wanted to.

For some reason, the drinks were strong enough this night to think that this could be quite possibly the best idea known to mankind.

We penned a couple sayings on there, and then I delightfully decided to add something my grandpa used to draw on old letters he used to write to us.

Before you go thinking I'm some kind of racist, I'm going to tell you, I'm not at all. I have friends of all ethnicities, and sexualities and ect ect.

Anyways, my grandpa used to draw this little china man cartoon at the bottom of his letters to us. Now I'm not quite sure if maybe his first renditions were a little racist or not, but for me, this was just a drunk cartoon, nothing more.... and not to worry to those who hate me for this picture, it later bit me in the ass....

Here's a closer picture of the china man, and let's not forget the little song I tried to write along with it...


When I woke up the next morning, with a minor headache, chugging water on my way to work, I was thinking upon my horrible drawing and really regretting it. Not liking that I had drawn something that some could mistake for obscene or racist, which again, I'm not, I just drew it from memory of my grandpa, but I didn't like at all this it could even be miscontrued to something bad. And since it quite possibly could, I felt that in some way karmically I would be punished. This is a type of OCD thinking that I am very taken by. One of my biggest OCD tendencies.

Here I am, on rte 123, driving to work, at a red light, thinking obsessively about this picture out in the void, and really in deep concentration sitting at this red light. When all of a sudden my face smashes into my steering wheel. As my car crashed into the car in front of me.

Head dizzy, I pull over, get out of my never been scratched, brand new corolla 2011, and turn around and realize I was rear-ended by who else but a Chinese man, going 40 m/p/h never even tapped the breaks even at the red light.

Unfortunately he didn't speak much English, and so with tears in my eyes I couldn't really get into my Karmical viewpoints on this...and how karma really did wack me right in the ass. And as usual, my OCD tendency to think Karma is out to get me was proven correct.

As for me, no more of grandpa's drawings... although I can't promise vandalism is completely out of the picture...