for good times make it centauri times

went with with kent to the eski bar the other day. we froze our balls of in seven below zero. seeing as how we were the only idiots in the cold section they asked if they could film us in exchange for glenfiddich and beer. They planted two heinis in our hands and asked us to shiver. We really played it up for the cameras doing a real shake job. As i was theatrically exhaling fog, i suddenly thought about centenarian twins in kimonos laughing at us while watching the telly in their paper houses during some hokkaido winter. I also thought bout what the odds were of one of the film crews recent ancestors dragging my grandma's dad away from her arms and chucking him onto a truck headed for thailand and death. Its easy to let your imagination run wild when an unintelligible japanese man is plying you with drinks across a bar counter made of ice in seven below.