Vietnam, Me Love You Long

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time. (...) Dropping Acid On The Mekong Delta, Smoking Grass Through A Rifle Barrel, Flying On A Helicopter With Opera Blasting Out Of Loudspeakers, Tracer-fire And Paddy-field Scenery, The Smell Of Napalm In The Morning. Long Time.

The Success That Comes From My Books Is Not Something I Feel Very Comfortable With. Past A Certain Point You Have To Accept The Idea That The Success Is A Lot To Do With The Timing And Luck And That Divorces You From It Massively. There Are Aspects Of It That I Haven't Got Used To At All. But I've Enjoyed Some Parts Of It Massively. It Relates To The Same Reason I Did A Lot Of Backpacking — Partly For The Experience — It's Something To Tell My Grandkids. It's A Weird Chain Of Events To Have In Your Life.

I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down.

When You Develop An Infatuation For Someone You Always Find A Reason To Believe That This Is Exactly The Person For You. It Doesn’t Need To Be A Good Reason. Taking Photographs Of The Night Sky, For Example. Now, In The Long Run, That’s Just The Kind Of Dumb, Irritating Habit That Would Cause You To Split Up. But In The Haze Of Infatuation, It’s Just What You’ve Been Searching For All These Years.

Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All Day, All Night, Me Love You Long Time.