An open air prison. A concentration camp. A psychological game of “stay and die” or “attempt to leave and still die” by a genocidal sociopath playing out before our eyes, funded by our tax dollars.
This got me fucked up. RIP X. Enormous talent and limitless potential and a strong desire to be a better person. God bless his family, friends and fans.
“Low plastic stool, cheap but delicious noodles, cold Hanoi beer.” This is how I’ll remember Tony. He taught us about food — but more importantly, about its ability to bring us together. To make us a little less afraid of the unknown. We’ll miss him.