Thailand, Bangkok,
08 April 2011.
Back at the Suzie Wong Bar, back in Soi Cowboy, another early evening waiting for Nong, waiting for my big Tilak to de-attach herself from her Per, her not so mobile anymore ATM card, the Norwegian source of her Kronor, changed into Thai baht at the hunderts and thrown around as though it was colored Chinese Monopoly money, an offer for the Phra Phum, a deceased ancestor's much needed dough in the afterlife maybe...
Still, I don't mind the waiting enjoying the early evening sights that are all around me and Oh so different from my Amsterdam world 12 hour of non-stop flying to the West...like this quadrupled amputee with a beard an Indian Yogi or else a Charras in the holy Chilam addicted Sadhu from the same sub-continent would be jealous of, arriving in one of bangkok's pinkish taxis as he does every night, big grin of delight on his bearded face while the bargirls of Suzie Wong hurry over to help him out and into his personally adapted wheel chair, the computerised "joy'" stick on the front ideallly for the shape of his square hairy chin though obsolete due to the willingness of Isan Hot Mommas who - over the weeks he has been here - have come to regocnise the smell of the very leather of his well fed wallet, a certain disability pension back home and a plastic ATM card makes his top of the pick, King Rat though back home no woman would have turned her head around to him...
A bunch of elderly Americanos with frele frames and clad in oversized Bahama shorts, singlets that read CHOOSE OBAMA FOR PRESIDENT, AMERICA WILL OVERCOME and more of the same shit, habitues to the Suzie Wong just like me and Nong, or Mister King Rat without his Paws, sit at the next table discussing the merits of cheap Ciallis, the prices of Kamagra, the blue wonderpill that will turn even these old Limpdicks Supremos into number one actors in a Los Angeles produced porn movie...
Over the last couple of days I have come to recognise each and every one of these Limpdicks, talking to them, my sketchbook a testimony to the idiotic grins of pleasure on Farang faces that back home would otherwise have ended up behind the proverbial gerania but here in sin city Bangkok...TOP OF THE POPS,
KING RAT in an Asian cesspool of sex, booze, cheap sex pills and false promises, cold beer aplenty, a pension back home that will be happily transformed...well, you should know into what if you have been following this blog for a while...
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