I bet you never heard of a player with no game

I got another good session to report on, but for now, I'm buzzing at home, listening to outkast. One the last Americans I talked to before I came back home was at the HartsfieldJackson, early in the morning. I"m guessing he was in his mid 20's, dressed up ridiculous at a newspaper booth on the concourse, at 7 am. I got my newspaper and he asked me how I was doing, which is a question I savoured, since I was about to leave the south, and I said I'm alright, and asked him how he was doing. He waited a beat and said he was alright, even if he was "screaming on the inside." He asked where I was headed and I said Taiwan, and he asked if it was Taipei or elsewhere. I told him to get the fuck out of the states. Dude, I hope you are well.