Despite all the people that come through this town, you can generally identify the cliques that start to form. Over time, people begin to be remembered by the group they keep company with. Sure there’s a crossing of paths, an exchange of greetings, or even the merging of certain clusters but more times than not, you sort of find yourself sticking with the same group of people you mesh well with. And here we are, this band of thieves who enjoy the finer things in life together, rubbing people the right and wrong way.
The gentlemen here at 8000 Miles Later realize our reputation as the party animals with an affinity for droves of beautiful women. That’s just a small, sometimes misconstrued grasp of what we’re about. It’s our loyalty to one another that flies under the radar of reading eyes and it’s that same camaraderie that is ultimately the groundwork for everything else. Like brothers, we bicker, but rarely about women directly. Believe it or not, there’s not too much stepping of the toes when it comes to how we deal with women. Aside from the small number of off-limits damsels in each of our lives, we generally don’t hold any squatter’s rights to each other; it’s a may-the-best-man-win arrangement. Over time, we’ve developed an inscrutable think-tank that’s an army of unmatched brainpower, helping each other reach our goals, which may or may not include the acquisition of women. It's not uncommon for one guy to help another catch a girl who he might've already “acquainted” with. It brings a tear to my eye to see that kind of selflessness and unequivocal urge to help.
The gentlemen here at 8000 Miles Later realize our reputation as the party animals with an affinity for droves of beautiful women. That’s just a small, sometimes misconstrued grasp of what we’re about. It’s our loyalty to one another that flies under the radar of reading eyes and it’s that same camaraderie that is ultimately the groundwork for everything else. Like brothers, we bicker, but rarely about women directly. Believe it or not, there’s not too much stepping of the toes when it comes to how we deal with women. Aside from the small number of off-limits damsels in each of our lives, we generally don’t hold any squatter’s rights to each other; it’s a may-the-best-man-win arrangement. Over time, we’ve developed an inscrutable think-tank that’s an army of unmatched brainpower, helping each other reach our goals, which may or may not include the acquisition of women. It's not uncommon for one guy to help another catch a girl who he might've already “acquainted” with. It brings a tear to my eye to see that kind of selflessness and unequivocal urge to help.
Overall, we try and hold account for each other because there’s a general understanding that one minute, you can feel impenetrable and the next, you feel as if your heart is exposed to the elements. Individually, it’s easy to identify those moments for yourself so you realize, in turn, it’s good to have people around you that can help you through both those moments and everything in between. Underneath all the bitch, dick, fart, fuck, remarks we make about Saigon, I’ve personally found the brotherhood aspect the most rewarding. The Saigon culture is conducive to building rapid friendships and I’ve made friends out here that I’ve felt I’ve known my whole life, and with whom I’d trust with my own life.
Being under the same roof, we’ve seen about 99% of one another, physical and whatnot. There’s really not much to see, to be honest, but it’s a tear-jerking experience to know that when you’ve gone and got tested for a burning sensation or some other irregularity, your boys are there holding your hand and high-fiving you outside the clinic if/when the tests come back negative. If the tests come back positive (God forbid) then we’re here spoon-feeding the ailed warrior medicine to stop the pain and burning. Having a group of friends like this is paramount, and I seriously feel lucky and fortunate everyday that I’ve found my group. There are blips that are encountered regularly such as being guilty-by-association, blacklisted with some groups of girls, or just plain annoyance with one another, which just comes with the territory. At the end of the day, we’re still covering each others' backs and taking this town by storm. We’re glad to have you on board, and glad that we can successfully waste your time. We win again.
David
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