Niggas in Wuhan
It was five of us. Expat English teachers from a high school on the outskirts of Wuhan. Our school being in a remote location, we were getting stir-crazy and needed a shot of bright lights, big city nightlife. We met up around 8 in the evening outside our school’s front gate and piled into a beat-up gray Renault van; a “chicken van” as it’s often dubbed in China Expat nomenclature. The chicken van made regular runs from our school to the Wuhan city center and was rickety and squeaked,...