PAK CHEE BONG

Instead of staying home to sleep this god-knows-what-the-fuck chronic problems off, I’m forced to go to some fucking temple. I’m not even going there for me. I have no business there.

Maybe I should go there for some fake spiritual healing. Who knows, maybe god really know what’s wrong with me. Maybe science, medicine and before-spiritual-healing methods aren’t as effective as praying. Wow, kneeling to bronze statues and having mental conversations with myself are going to make me feel better.

I better bring my inhaler along just in case the ash and dust from the burning incense make y asthma worst and kill me.

If god wants me dead, I’m gonna give it a very hard time.