Amsterdam, 30 Aug. 2012.
I
feel like a man obsessed, rain outside and paint inside, don't really
wanna sober up from last night's drinking session with a close friend...
Maybe
wanna get laid, it is after all only a phone call away. But no, I
wanna get laid by the dirtiest, the cheapest and most disgusting hooker
in all of Bangkok so I can sell what is left of my sorry soul and
personality to the abombination of the Sukhumvit area and its fucked-up
inhabitants in Krung Thep as the locals call their capital...
Maybe
be back in that crazy and totally depraved sin city two hours by bus
from Ekkamai, Bangkok, back in my New Star guest house where I will find
a bunch of gosts tangled in the sheets of my massive bed looking at me
with mocking sly eyes, betraying the sanctity of my matress with their
rodential intentions but really more interested in the belongings of my
fat wallet, transforming it into Yaa Baa and Shinga beer, maybe another
bottle of Siamsato just for the heck of it...
The
battle field of my mind leaves me no peace, my obsession and
fascination with the abombination forcing me to paint in order to leave
the demons at bay...
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