Saigon, sh*t. I’m still only in Saigon. Every time I think I’m going to wake up back in that vulture-eyed old man’s room. When I was home, it was worse. I’d wake up and there’d be nothing but the sound of a heart beating…
When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the old man’s room.
I’ve been here a week now. Waiting for that heart beat, getting louder. Every minute I stay in this room it gets louder.
And every minute Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger. Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.
Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a heart beat, and for my sins they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.
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