Drifter.

I drift to Kaohsiung, along the cool breeze, beside the dizzy neon lights, the stench of smelly tofu and various oily street fare- what to eat, where to go, what to buy, how to save the rest of my money for mom's nuts. 

I think of how tired we are from the exercise in the wee hours of the morning, how my brothers are doing, how the ship's mess is cramped as shit but how we all have fun rubbing butts in that place. 

Despite knowing that I'm living a memory I'll remember for the rest of my life, I still find myself drifting to you. 

Unfortunate, really. I should be enjoying more of this quaint laid back little city. But still, happy belated birthday. I wish I knew how to reply to that.