Quest with Questers

I was making a thumb drive with videos for my cars and kinda went down an old school rabbit hole. I remember when we had groundbreaking sounds, lyrical feats, and French hip hop was a thing. Remember Luck of Lucien? That’s this dude:

AKA Lucien Revolucien.

But hip hop kinds fell victim to its own success. I know, because I grew up through the revolution. Hip hop won the war against against old values and just became the BGM. My daughter saw me flipping through YouTube videos and lamenting the current near-absence of female rappers. She said, “Well, there sure isn’t any Lauryn Hill.”

Damn, I raised my kids right.

A few shorts from the past month

I regret nothing. Except accidentally washing my passport when I got back home from all the trips. We went to Pattaya and Phuket on separate trips to visit students interning at various hotels. Met a lot of cool people and saw a lot of crazy things.

I got what seemed to be food poisoning in Pattaya, possibly from a beloved plate of seafood rad na, but who knows? Food poisoning happens (for me, every five years or so), and the culprit is not always clear. I took off for the Phuket trip still feeling nauseous. On the plane from Don Muang to Phuket, we sat in back of a foreign family that smelled of a wet horse stall at a glue factory. They spoke French and slapped the shit out of their kid when she got scared at takeoff. I made up my mind, right then and there, to vomit on the back of the father’s head if I couldn’t keep it down. I kept turning greener and greener (as did the people around me), but held it down. But best believe I was standing up before we were fully stopped and running off that plane…

The adventures on road trips make life worth living.