So old Chinesey man run away from Lost Angeless mental confinement palace and seek taxi cab steerage.
When after much arm wagging hot dog mustard color car stop, Chinesey man find into back seat and profuse:
“Hurry hurry! Drive to Kowloon! No letter from home residents for twenty year!”
“You must tug my leg sideways,” taxi pilot expunge. “Drive to Kowloon impossibility. Kowloon on other shore side of ocean water expanse!”
“Ah,” Chinesey man breathe when brain light explode, “No wonder they never write!”
~ Whingy Illustration by Henrik Drescher
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