Gun Dan in Shandong
<recorded verbatim from a scratchy latenight SP voicemail> I moved to China for a year and a half and didn’t speak a word of Mandarin. But I was an avid and cut-throat Mahjong player, mostly from my back-alley Atlantic City days. One night in a mescaline stupor I fell into the largest tile hall in […]
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