Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

The Night My House Exploded.

Wow. After a relatively peaceful Chinese New Year (compared to my time in Beijing), tonight was the night Shanghai went for it. On all sides. I write this with an elevated heartrate.

It had been a quiet night. Watching a DVD with Adam, and chilling out. There had been a few bangs, but nothing serious. Then midnight hit. Holy shit balls.

Apparently, this was the night. After a few strings of bungers had scared the shit of me, I decided to ask the guys to shut the fuck up. This went down poorly...mainly because we were simply screaming 'Fuck you' at each other. Then I relented, and told the guys it was ok, we're neighbours, and as they kept screaming at me "This is China."

I went back outside with some whiskey. This was a diplomatically sound choice. We ended up blowing some more shit up, and having a laugh. One guy was missing a finger. I didn't bring it up.