Borrowed money

Amsterdam, 06 April 2014.

Moving back into the twisted laberinth of the sub-conscious dusty corners of my fucked-up mind I find no solace or understanding for my self choosen path of life, in fact I see very little but shadows, the glow of sigarettes in dark alleys and unlit entrances of bars of a dubious nature where female faces with too much make-up that hide in vain years of boozing and drug abuse, their bodies clad in shining spandex that leave little to the imagination or their choosen profession try to wave me inside...

Laberinths of black Sois where the neon lights are the only thing that shine brightly advocating sex and booze, ladies and Khatoeys alike for the testosterone driven Farang males, fancy names like Honey a Go-Go, The Dollhouse, Amazon Girls and likewise imaginary shit having come out of the gray recesses of a madman´s drive to acquire the dough of the Western male sex addicts...

Western sex addicts who go to extreme lenghts to get themselves between the brownish colored legs of the Sisterhood Of Isan Born Females, no pure and unselfish life here but the desire for debauchery abundance of the Asian type, young and sensual, willing to fullfill a man´s every secret thought without even having to mutter them out loud...

It all comes back with a vengefull clarity while I look up in the green rheumy eyes of that old fart, as always dressed in his short dark green corduroy pants, big pauch falling over his belt, angry and desperately wanting to know `where is your neighbor, Old Hans` yeah, my neighbor here at the numero uno tourist spot in downtown Amsterdam where, on this sunny spring day, I have once again started selling my funny little Indian Games, plenty of customers but also plenty of neighborhood people wanting back money that has gone down the butterfly trap in Thailand...

Not me borrowing the darned euro cuurency from bored pensionados in Mokum´s centre, mind me, no way... but Beaucoup D´Argent borrewed by Old Hans, the specialist of Amsterdam humor - or so he thinks - and presently gagging on liitle green erection pills in Kho Samui pouring down the neighborhood´s pensions in a never ending butterfly trap of the Siam female gender...