November 8, 2023
An excerpt from an unfinished novel
Anthony Veasna So
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I can tell you only what I found helpful.
Baby Yeah
September 14, 2018
If Crazy Rich Asians failed at the box office, we’d have to start studying for the LSATs.
Journey to a Land Free of White People
July 13, 2018
The Monks
How is just being at the temple helping anyone, except you guys, who get to do a few less chores every day?
It’s not that I don’t like the monks. Some are chill. Two of them split cigs with me in the mornings, after our prayer sessions and before our chores. I call them Monk B and Monk C because we don’t talk or share things about ourselves, like our names. We smoke out by the fountain, away from all the statues of Buddha in the garden. I think the monks are trying to hide their smoking habits from all those Buddhas.
Superking Son Scores Again
The Magic Johnson of badminton
We hid behind the stacked crates and spied on them. Superking Son was in the center of the circle, staring intently at the floor. His hand seemed stuck to his chin. Some ghostly vision played out in front of his eyes, and it shocked the color out of him. Cha Quai Factory Son was there too, his hands on Superking Son’s shoulders, like he was both consoling him and holding him back from doing something stupid. A wave of money flashed around the circle, only stopping to be counted and recounted, probably to make sure no one had slipped any bills into his pocket.
