Miss Mieo's sorry excistence.

Pattaya, 10 March 2012.

Her fingers point at aerial substances that have no real content, telling me through a maze of salty tears, "that boy friend me, look there, another boy friend me, and see one more over there", more greasy fingers pointing at clear warm not so early morning air, drumming the Bodi tree, kicking with bruised knee caps, her T-shirts drenched with clammy sweat...she is on a bad Ya Ba trip here, probably has been all night...

Eight long years I have known this petite young dark skinned lady, all the way back since I first moved into the New Star guest house where she was staying too at the time, Soi 11, the guest house's location her personal hunting ground for h*rny Farangs, her Ya Ba dealer waiting inside the lobby for the Nong, Song, Saam Deang in exchange for another little treasured pill, and yet another, maybe a sandwich job with daddy and son Norway for a purple - the purple five hundert THB banknote you know - or yet again with the two Iranian blokes, go up the stairs to the Mad Belgium for free whisky and yet more little chemically altering mind enhancers...the dealer already waiting downstairs, a bottle of Chang into the bargain for him....

Nowadays poor Miss Mieo has lost her mind completely, her life a mess, her petite still beautiful body has been barebacked more time as she can remember and screams bloddy murder for the PILL...a whole peloton of fat wallet Farangs happy to provide, depraved and nutty for decadence, Droog Anal as the Mad Belgium used to call it last year...female gray braincells destroyed by countless smoking sessions...

She runs up and down the Soi, still her personal hunting ground, screaming her head off with non comprehensible nonsense, boozing on Siamsato and Chang, sweating like a pig, the only living being in her low esteemed life less than her's is Papa Emiel's Mha, so a good high heeled kick in the canine rib case her only pleasure...Papa Emiel angry and Crazy Mieo Pas De Comprehension, it is just a dog after all...

Maybe next year when I come back Las Receptionistas will inform me of yet one more dead Hot Momma, another victim of the "Trade", another lost life that fell victim to sin city Pattaya...forgotten by most but never by me.