စိတ်ထဲရှိသမျှ

Almost everyone who knows me well enough knows the cricket story. As I always say, it all began on 19th Street in Chinatown. I was in my late teenage years then, out with my mates, enjoying some beers. One of my mates persuaded me to try crickets. I was terrified, especially by the heads of the crickets. Their big compound eyes and sharp legs were quite intimidating. This mate of mine was clever. He started by giving me the abdomen, the lower part of the cricket, then next were the hind legs. He broke them off and hand-fed me. Despite my fear, a part of me was curious