Saturday, August 27, 2005
Hobo-Ken
After a long day's work, I hop on a 15 min train ride over to the Jersey side. I'm greeted by a whipped-by-the-corporate-world T-rent, quite different from the study abroad student I met in HK.
We walked around town, dined at a BYOB Malaysian restaurant, and reminisced on our Asia adventures (mostly misadventures). Oh, and for the record, I liked Hoboken as soon as I stepped off the train. It's my kind of town.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's true. You've read about it, but here's the photographic evidence of Trent's mental illness.
Nothing beats a homemade hookah. Nothing says "red neck" more than a 3L grape soda with an American flag on it. It's a side business to his hookah business: hookahs for hobos. It's very humanitarian, really.
// posted by sakit @ 6:56 AM 
