China!

June 5, 1989

Dear Diary,

            So I just arrived in China. I heard about this big party downtown at some square so I figured I’d do as the Chinese do and go see what’s going on. I got pretty hungry with all the yelling and avoiding all the riots so I figured I’d step out and get some food. Heard they have great sushi there, and I was really in the mood. While crossing the street I encountered 4 massive tanks parked RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE RESTAURANT! They wouldn’t budge at all, and I think if you know me well enough you know I wasn’t going to either. How rude of them! As a guest in a foreign country, especially one with such a great relationship with my own, I expected nothing but the best hospitality. But no. I was in a standoff with them for hours. It was really awkward. Luckily I had a half-melted Milky Way in my pocket to hold me over for a little bit. Eventually they moved but the experience made me angry the rest of the day. Never going back to China ever again, no matter how good their Pad Thai is.

Stubbornly,

P.D.A.W.S.S.G. III

A picture of me taken sometime during the third hour of our standoff: