Eye of Modok

You get used to doing without certain luxuries living in a foreign country. Not in a five star hotel sense but rather in the little things that take a while to notice you miss them. Like a sudden craving for real Mexican food. I didn’t really know I missed AC/DC until it came and slapped me in the face. I was priviledged to see them live, in a small and cozy bar here in Beijing. Or rather, I saw Dirty Deeds, a cover band made up primarily of expats. But no, I saw AC/DC.