Anti-Psycho

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 21:17:34 GMT

Days before, late in night, I was in downtown, walking. All of a sudden, I found that I got an unexpected company. A white young man was walking along me. He is about 185cm in height, brown hair. Victoria's winter night is uncomfortably cold. Even though I had my heavy coat, I had to walk fast to keep myself warm. Apparently, my new friend didn't have enough to wear. He had a drip of nasal mucus hanging on the tip of his big nose.

It's late in the night, and it's in a foreign country. Everything seemed to be dangerous to an outcomer. Homeless people stared at me from corners of garbage. Drunk young men could be threat too. So, you can see I don't really like this.

"Don't take it." He started talking. He spoke really fast, so I didn't get it at the first time. "The drug, Anti-Psycho, don't take it."

I heard the word "drug". Oh yes, I see what's going on here. He tried to sell me drug. It happened to me several times. I know drug control in Canada is not as strict as in China, but this's just too often. I don't know, maybe I have the addict look to Canadian? Dude, I don't even smoke.

"It's bad. It's very very bad. It destroys your brain. Don't take it."

After a while, I understood that he's not a drug dealer. Instead of that, he was trying to persuade me not to take the drug "Anti-Psycho". That's interesting. Why he said this to me? Oh no, I must be really like a addict. And why it's only for "Anti-Psycho"? Did he mean it's OK to take marijuana? I don't get it.

Anyway, it's very nice of him to do so. Although I searched "Anti-Psycho" on goolge afterwards, I didn't find nothing.

True Happiness

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 03:32:48 GMT

Today, when I was waiting for bus, it started to rain. It is vacation, so there was only one guy around me, an idiot. Somehow, the rain inspired him someway, and he started to dance.

When I say "idiot", I mean no insult. This guy does have some sort of psychal disorder or mental retardation. I can tell it from the way he looks like.

He tripped the light fantastic with his passion. He waved hands and twisted waist. Apparently, he was fascinated by the master piece created by himself. Actually, he was too passionate so that after a while, he had to take a break to catch his breath. Then he found me.

I was watching him, but unconsciously. In fact I was running a stupid math problem in my head. The dancer saw I was looking at him, and he saw my puzzled face. He thought this poor foreigner might be not smart enough to understand what just had happened. He is kind-hearted and responsible, so he decided to help.

"I am dancing." He explained seriously.

"I know," Waking up from contemplation, I showed my encouraging smile. "thank you."

He seemed to be satisfied with this answer. He skipped back to rain and started to dance again, joyfully. I am jealous. True happiness only belongs to idiots, that is the way the world is.

Xi From China: Portrait

Anti-Psycho

True Happiness