Rainy season has arrived in Manila. It is raining 24 hours a day, and even beginning to darken the soul. There is only one solution: a final night of extended rock by The Sexpatriots at Murphy’s, and then boarding an airplane to get the hell out of Dodge.
I hit US soil in Chicago, and provided I’m not carrying heroin (it’s not on my packing list), I’ll be released back to America to the sound of thousands of fans chanting “USA!,
USA!, USA!” After Chicago it’s on to Kentucky and then Missouri. Look for the crazy-haired guy wearing the red-white-and-blue cowboy suit. That will be me.
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