This photo, taken at my hilariously dodgy hotel in Bukit Bintang, shows three things:
1) A hooker’s lipstick. I’m not responsible for that.
2) Dried blood that I’ve been unable to remove. I’m not responsible for that. I shudder to think about what’s happened in this room.
3) A trophy from today’s MEGALAP at the Sepang F1 circuit. I am definitely responsible for that. Today, I stood where the legends stood, hosting that gold cup on the Formula One podium in an incongruous combination of white linen pants and a black T-shirt that kind of looked like a Jack Daniels’ bottle. We had all sorts of problems at the event, from a broken transponder to my continual missed shifts, but we did it.
I have a lot of complaints about this hotel. But I have no complaints about today.
Continue Reading →
