Sang Hoon Jai

Pattaya, 30 Jan. 2012.

I feel like I scamble my words and sentences into a Mashed Potatoe Puree, verbs and nouns going haywire inside my skull, an endless narrative making my life difficult and uncomfortable...and that while writing stories is so superficial in these days of mass communication, incredible images turning them into stupid artwork, or maybe painting with words while being on massive ammounts of drugs even though my days of drug induced painting crap are well and truely over...

My friend, Mister Porn, would say that painting and writing will seriously cut into Babe Time, and anything at all here in fabled Pattaya cutting into Babe Time is a serious offence, a crime upon yourself...but word are a drag and I haven't come here for the clean air or rest and tranquility...or have I???

My phone ringing, a female voice at the other end of this high technological piece of human comfort...Patty telling me she is on the bus back home, Miss Dracula Tooth, her lazy good for nothing Nongshao with empty pockets, a missed carreer as Mamma-San for poor Patty, a pawned scooter for 9000 Baht gone done the drain...a missed opportunity for a never ending love affair with a crazy Dutch Farang failed due to Phishao responsibilities...

Maybe she should have send Little Sister on her merry way a long time before funds ran dry, move into my room instead and enjoy life to the fullest, sleep peacefully in my arms, even in her dreams moving her petite cute ass into my growing manhood...but then a premonition, Sang Hoon Jai as the Thais would call it, tells me things would have gone wrong anyway, the way things always do in Ma Vie...

I have enough problems as it is with my own Nongshao, contacting me out of the blue on FB, another premonition of things going wrong, Sang Hoon Jai in full overdrive...my instincts of a hard boiled private eye persona never having been off the mark, easing into a story easier as easing into my real life!!!