Thailand, Pattaya,
10-02-2010.
One of my favorite places for people watching must be in front of my hotel late at night, smoking one of these smelly dark green colored Burmese sigars - often used as an offering for the Phra Phum at one of the many sprit houses that can be seen all over King Bhumipol's mystic kingdom - a Leo beer still bubbling deliciously on my tongue cold and ready for the drinking, watching all the crazy madness Pattaya has to offer...
Not all that unusual I get Miss Fohn's Luuk Chay pushed into my arms, "You look baby me, little bit maybe one hour", and off she is this twenty-four year old Hot Momma who does her business hard and with determination right in front of my hotel leaving me or the receptionist ladies to look after her nearly three month old baby while she is off f*rnicating one or more of her many Farang customers...
I remember her from last year making several paintings of her in the nude, an extremely beautiful young lady but even in her early adulthood hopelessly addicted to these little red pills - Ya Ba you know - telling me during one of the numerous modelling sessions about her life as a Hot Momma, her experiences with farang p*nters and how once a month she would be off to Pattaya Hospital for an No-Baby-injection in her bum though I had no doubt she would forget her appointment more often that not...nor could I be bothered to explain the dangers of STDs, AIDS and the like...they"ll go about things their own way whatever may come with Ya Ba doing a serious Choi Choi number on their under-educated Asian brains...
So here I am once again holding another small little victim of Thailand's notorious s*x industry in my arms feeding him a bottle of milk and being captivated by his big blue shiners while Mum is out with two half drunk and h*rny like hell young Englsih lads doing her "thing"...and that at 01.20 h. of the early morning. Wasn't I supposed to be in bed and sleeping, getting rested for tomorrow's fishing trip out at sea...
I have no doubt that Miss Fohn's beuatiful body and face will twenty years into the process be ravaged by way too much Chang, Ya Ba, STDs, AIDS and whatever more develish sh*t you may conjure up...
But then such is the life of a Thai Hot Momma...I see them on the boulevard every day, once eons ago a vixen lithe and hard looking body, faces like cut out of a glamour magazine but by now physical wrecks and brain cells that have become extinct even before the tested-to-the-limit body has time to give it one final spasm and pass on to the Hot Momma Nirvana...
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
An A in swimming certificates
Thailand, Pattaya,
09-02-2010.
As a farther you are supposed to smother your newly born infant with love, grab at any opportunity to cradle her in your arms and let the delicious smell of her hair enter your nostrils, intoxicate you with admiration and pride...a small little baby who needs all the loving care in the world...
It took me nearly a year after Joy's birth before I returned to this Asian realm and many years as well as the birth of a Luuk-Chay two years later to realise I am definetely not born to be a father...my little obsessions with the more divinely forbidden pleasures of life like a big huge wall between me and parenthood...
Sitting here on the boulevard with my first born Joy I am once more reminded of my plight that in itself has become an even greater plight of those around me...not that that is much of a problem in a country whose natural genome must be hugely enriched by a sheer number of mixed race babies - Leuk Krueg in Thai, but then if you have been following this blog for a while you surely picked up some Thai by now...
Those responsible with not such fat wallets anymore at the end of yet another s*x induced trip and burned skin, Choi-Choi and with a general good mood on the way back to Ancient Europe, a capitalist lackey for the next ten or eleven months or so, saving up their dough for the next trip, never caring at all what has been left behind...
I presume I should be less vintictive and more self inflicting considering I have for years now refused Joy my sister's telephone number, address or E-mail, nor do I wanna give her Amanda's particulars though Joy is convinced that Little Charlotte - my third born in Amsterdam - is the living incarnate of her uncle and my best friend Jamie...the Thai's superstitition if not at times frightening in itself must be admired...
Still, I hand her over all the photos of her half sister that I have kept in my wallet these last four years hoping thereby that their absence from my life will relieve me of my Western trained Guild Complex that keeps growing and growing and refuses to be drowned in a ocean of Alcohol and marijuana induced oblivition...but always back in the morning with a vengance that convinces me all my worries and guild feeling must have an A in swimming certificates
09-02-2010.
As a farther you are supposed to smother your newly born infant with love, grab at any opportunity to cradle her in your arms and let the delicious smell of her hair enter your nostrils, intoxicate you with admiration and pride...a small little baby who needs all the loving care in the world...
It took me nearly a year after Joy's birth before I returned to this Asian realm and many years as well as the birth of a Luuk-Chay two years later to realise I am definetely not born to be a father...my little obsessions with the more divinely forbidden pleasures of life like a big huge wall between me and parenthood...
Sitting here on the boulevard with my first born Joy I am once more reminded of my plight that in itself has become an even greater plight of those around me...not that that is much of a problem in a country whose natural genome must be hugely enriched by a sheer number of mixed race babies - Leuk Krueg in Thai, but then if you have been following this blog for a while you surely picked up some Thai by now...
Those responsible with not such fat wallets anymore at the end of yet another s*x induced trip and burned skin, Choi-Choi and with a general good mood on the way back to Ancient Europe, a capitalist lackey for the next ten or eleven months or so, saving up their dough for the next trip, never caring at all what has been left behind...
I presume I should be less vintictive and more self inflicting considering I have for years now refused Joy my sister's telephone number, address or E-mail, nor do I wanna give her Amanda's particulars though Joy is convinced that Little Charlotte - my third born in Amsterdam - is the living incarnate of her uncle and my best friend Jamie...the Thai's superstitition if not at times frightening in itself must be admired...
Still, I hand her over all the photos of her half sister that I have kept in my wallet these last four years hoping thereby that their absence from my life will relieve me of my Western trained Guild Complex that keeps growing and growing and refuses to be drowned in a ocean of Alcohol and marijuana induced oblivition...but always back in the morning with a vengance that convinces me all my worries and guild feeling must have an A in swimming certificates
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Ting Tong painter from Holland.
Thailand, Pattaya,
07-02-2010.
Hard to believe that only a short month ago I was still in Amsterdam feeling bored like hell frozen over and once again having given over my mental sanity to Ganja green investation, frequent runs to the neighborhood's many coffee shops, providing the owners with enough dough to live it up on some far-away tropical beach, Hell frozen over once again, for all I know the Heavenly Coffee Shop owner might well be here himself having the time of his life on my hard earned Euro sh*t...
Still having finally left the "zone of painting", having coped with Miss Ohn's messy death, having come to grips with Moo's inevitable demise, I move with grace hardly sweating at all compared to these many fat-bellied elderly Farang males whose T-shirts are drenched with Chang induced perperation while they walk the boulevard, big huge hairy claws holding the petite hand of the lady of his choice - or is it she who is holding his hand to show the competition HE IS MINE...
A Kathoy is doing his very best trying to convince me with an overly female voice that the PS Guesthouse just next door have clean room at only a hundert Baht, "Phom B*msing Kathoy Mai" does the trick and changing his voice to its original masculinity he is off in search of other customers...leaving me my treasured peace, wondering as I always do what my amigos back home would think seeing the crazy madness that Pattaya really is...
Also I wonder what my daughter Joy will say tonight when she will see my room, the walls covered in colorfull Bangkok post pages depicting an army of Hot Mommas from the boulevard, having left behind a small fortune on typical female paraphanelia like lipstick. nose inhalers, boxes of powdery heat, make-up, underwear, smelly T-shirts and the like...I presume she too is used to my crazy life style...
Having askes the cleaning ladies this morning to clean the mess after throwing out the last of my models, telling them of Joy up-coming visit only produced excited giggles and funny smiles...nothing new in that either. After all to them I am the TingTong painter from Holland, an conviction in their Asian minds I have only reinforced these last few crazy days...
07-02-2010.
Hard to believe that only a short month ago I was still in Amsterdam feeling bored like hell frozen over and once again having given over my mental sanity to Ganja green investation, frequent runs to the neighborhood's many coffee shops, providing the owners with enough dough to live it up on some far-away tropical beach, Hell frozen over once again, for all I know the Heavenly Coffee Shop owner might well be here himself having the time of his life on my hard earned Euro sh*t...
Still having finally left the "zone of painting", having coped with Miss Ohn's messy death, having come to grips with Moo's inevitable demise, I move with grace hardly sweating at all compared to these many fat-bellied elderly Farang males whose T-shirts are drenched with Chang induced perperation while they walk the boulevard, big huge hairy claws holding the petite hand of the lady of his choice - or is it she who is holding his hand to show the competition HE IS MINE...
A Kathoy is doing his very best trying to convince me with an overly female voice that the PS Guesthouse just next door have clean room at only a hundert Baht, "Phom B*msing Kathoy Mai" does the trick and changing his voice to its original masculinity he is off in search of other customers...leaving me my treasured peace, wondering as I always do what my amigos back home would think seeing the crazy madness that Pattaya really is...
Also I wonder what my daughter Joy will say tonight when she will see my room, the walls covered in colorfull Bangkok post pages depicting an army of Hot Mommas from the boulevard, having left behind a small fortune on typical female paraphanelia like lipstick. nose inhalers, boxes of powdery heat, make-up, underwear, smelly T-shirts and the like...I presume she too is used to my crazy life style...
Having askes the cleaning ladies this morning to clean the mess after throwing out the last of my models, telling them of Joy up-coming visit only produced excited giggles and funny smiles...nothing new in that either. After all to them I am the TingTong painter from Holland, an conviction in their Asian minds I have only reinforced these last few crazy days...
Saturday, February 6, 2010
My personal guards
Thailand, Pattaya,
My coffee is hot and steamy and my hands are trembling due to all the Hot Momma painting I have done these last few days, a few moments of cherished freedom from the chaotic mess my room has become, standing in front of my wall with a Bangkok Post page taped to it, a orange hotel provided towel wrapped around me hips, pencils and plastic plates with the remants of dried acrylic paint, a lady of the night in a sort of provocative posture while another lady is happily taking advantage of my free shower, shampoo and tooth paste - these ladies of the night always seem to carry a tooth brush with them, one never knows where one will end up in their line of profession I guess - others sitting on the bed drinking Mhekong Whisky mixed with Coca Cola and cubes of ice....
More often than not they like to play their little jokes on me tugging at my towel or trying to pinch my bottom - sort of hard to concentrate I might say - constant typical female giggles and Isan accented excited female shrieks when they discuss the various Farang boyfriends most intimate details....
Oh yeah I am back in the zone again having painted at least thirty Hot Mommas in a few single days - I presume if I had slept with all my models as my new buddy Peter Klashorst the "enfant terrible" of the Dutch art scene claims to do, I would be a real physical wreck by now though the lack of sleep is surely doing me in with new models knocking on my door at any time of the day or night - after all this is big party place Pattaya where they action never really stops...
Enough really is enough and I feel like running over to the boulevard for another cup of coffee, maybe stretch out my exhausted body on a stone bench, a few cherished moments of Hot Momma absence could only be good and tranquil...
But then the boulevard is full with Kathoy montrosities, mangy dogs with flea ridden bodies and lice and wurm ridden pigeons, stump showing beggars, bug sellers who will try to convince me fried grasshoppers are really very nutricious...and many, many more potential models...
Yeah, Pattaya is a porfuntory and drab city but it does have a certain atraction, a bit like pockets of appealing pleasures...the thing is I have to make it out of my room, my room that these last few days has become a bit of a prison with my Isan sisterhood of models my very personal guards, unwilling to let me go...
still, even at a hundert Baht a model my money will soon run out, my ATM card downstairs in the hotel's safe probably my ticket to "freedom"...
My coffee is hot and steamy and my hands are trembling due to all the Hot Momma painting I have done these last few days, a few moments of cherished freedom from the chaotic mess my room has become, standing in front of my wall with a Bangkok Post page taped to it, a orange hotel provided towel wrapped around me hips, pencils and plastic plates with the remants of dried acrylic paint, a lady of the night in a sort of provocative posture while another lady is happily taking advantage of my free shower, shampoo and tooth paste - these ladies of the night always seem to carry a tooth brush with them, one never knows where one will end up in their line of profession I guess - others sitting on the bed drinking Mhekong Whisky mixed with Coca Cola and cubes of ice....
More often than not they like to play their little jokes on me tugging at my towel or trying to pinch my bottom - sort of hard to concentrate I might say - constant typical female giggles and Isan accented excited female shrieks when they discuss the various Farang boyfriends most intimate details....
Oh yeah I am back in the zone again having painted at least thirty Hot Mommas in a few single days - I presume if I had slept with all my models as my new buddy Peter Klashorst the "enfant terrible" of the Dutch art scene claims to do, I would be a real physical wreck by now though the lack of sleep is surely doing me in with new models knocking on my door at any time of the day or night - after all this is big party place Pattaya where they action never really stops...
Enough really is enough and I feel like running over to the boulevard for another cup of coffee, maybe stretch out my exhausted body on a stone bench, a few cherished moments of Hot Momma absence could only be good and tranquil...
But then the boulevard is full with Kathoy montrosities, mangy dogs with flea ridden bodies and lice and wurm ridden pigeons, stump showing beggars, bug sellers who will try to convince me fried grasshoppers are really very nutricious...and many, many more potential models...
Yeah, Pattaya is a porfuntory and drab city but it does have a certain atraction, a bit like pockets of appealing pleasures...the thing is I have to make it out of my room, my room that these last few days has become a bit of a prison with my Isan sisterhood of models my very personal guards, unwilling to let me go...
still, even at a hundert Baht a model my money will soon run out, my ATM card downstairs in the hotel's safe probably my ticket to "freedom"...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
A serious cleaning job
Thailand, Pattaya,
05-02-2010.
Two days have past and not a single sign of poor Moo, my little sister in Thailand and on a real serious downhill track, no trace of her on the boulvard nor a single Farang who has seen a much a glimse of her...no more finding her frele and sickly frame asleep outside the 7/Eleven...
With the cleaning ladies of my hotel having down a number one search and destroy any remants of whatever malignant ghoul they believe is responsible for poor moo's physical and mental situaution, putting all my gear out on the balcony and giving my room a REAL whitewash job, the walls being rubbed with foul-smelling detergent and heaps of water, my matrass replaced with the old one drying in the fierce sun on the top floor of the dump. They even got the mangy and flea-ridden dogs in that normally spent most of their time lying outside dozing in the shade - I presume their keen canine smell capablities came in handy to these super superstitious local ladies to make sure not a trace remained of Mister Bad Phra Phum...
So with this Mister Bad Phra Phum out of the way things are slowly - or maybe faster as I might like - getting back to normal with the usual Knock-Knock-Knock on my door at all times of the day and night, my walls getting covered with the pages of yesterday's news, Bangkok Post' pages covered with acrylic paint depicting an army of Pattaya's Hot Momma clan, more colorfull than the whitwash anti-malignant Ghoul job done by the cleaning ladies, quick sketches done on pieces of cardboard with temples and Lord Buddha compliment the chaotic scene, half empty bottles of Meakhong and chicken bones carefully gnawed clean by whatever model was here last...
The bug seller in front of the hotel must be a happy man with this siterhood of Isaan ladies quickly buying a bag full of fried vermin before storming up the stairs, keen on a hundert baht modelling fee but happy enough to let me share in the fried bug department, bringing up free Leo beers for me - oh, yes, they know my brand very well, no more sleeping on the beach anymore when a Farang boyfriend is temporarily absent in their Hot Momma life, Mister Hans the Ting-Tong painter from the far-away Holland Farang Land always has a place, be on tyhe massive bed with the malignant-Ghoul-free new matrass or else on my old and mouldy sleeping bag, they don't even mind the hard concrete of the balcony being used to sleeping on the mud-caked floor of third world hamlets they grew up in...
Wonder what Joy is gonna think when she comes over this week-end, I believe she is used to it.
05-02-2010.
Two days have past and not a single sign of poor Moo, my little sister in Thailand and on a real serious downhill track, no trace of her on the boulvard nor a single Farang who has seen a much a glimse of her...no more finding her frele and sickly frame asleep outside the 7/Eleven...
With the cleaning ladies of my hotel having down a number one search and destroy any remants of whatever malignant ghoul they believe is responsible for poor moo's physical and mental situaution, putting all my gear out on the balcony and giving my room a REAL whitewash job, the walls being rubbed with foul-smelling detergent and heaps of water, my matrass replaced with the old one drying in the fierce sun on the top floor of the dump. They even got the mangy and flea-ridden dogs in that normally spent most of their time lying outside dozing in the shade - I presume their keen canine smell capablities came in handy to these super superstitious local ladies to make sure not a trace remained of Mister Bad Phra Phum...
So with this Mister Bad Phra Phum out of the way things are slowly - or maybe faster as I might like - getting back to normal with the usual Knock-Knock-Knock on my door at all times of the day and night, my walls getting covered with the pages of yesterday's news, Bangkok Post' pages covered with acrylic paint depicting an army of Pattaya's Hot Momma clan, more colorfull than the whitwash anti-malignant Ghoul job done by the cleaning ladies, quick sketches done on pieces of cardboard with temples and Lord Buddha compliment the chaotic scene, half empty bottles of Meakhong and chicken bones carefully gnawed clean by whatever model was here last...
The bug seller in front of the hotel must be a happy man with this siterhood of Isaan ladies quickly buying a bag full of fried vermin before storming up the stairs, keen on a hundert baht modelling fee but happy enough to let me share in the fried bug department, bringing up free Leo beers for me - oh, yes, they know my brand very well, no more sleeping on the beach anymore when a Farang boyfriend is temporarily absent in their Hot Momma life, Mister Hans the Ting-Tong painter from the far-away Holland Farang Land always has a place, be on tyhe massive bed with the malignant-Ghoul-free new matrass or else on my old and mouldy sleeping bag, they don't even mind the hard concrete of the balcony being used to sleeping on the mud-caked floor of third world hamlets they grew up in...
Wonder what Joy is gonna think when she comes over this week-end, I believe she is used to it.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A solution to my predicament
Thailand, Pattaya,
03-02-2010.
I leave Moo alone in my room, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, any food I have brought her coming out again the wrong way and often she can't even make it in time to the toilet, plenty of fluids don't seem to help her much either...
I'm getting quite worried as are the ladies from the reception who seem covinced she is possessed by an evil spirit, a malignant ghould chasing her from the afterlife, maybe Joseph calling to her from the dope pusher's version of Nirvana...I'm actually getting quite worried, if she dies on me in that room I might well get myself into serious problems with the local police, lots of paper work to fill out back at Soi Police Station will be thre last of my worries then I guess...
To distract myself I have decided on a small fishing expedition out at sea organised by Englsih Steve, the owner of the Thistle Bar down in Soi Post Office. The idea is really quite simple, you report at his bar, put your name on the list and pay 500 Baht for the boat, a further 40 Baht for each drink you take, a free lunch will be provided by the crew using your own catch, plenty of sunshine and small talk with what are mostly the old hands to Pattaya most of whom I have known for years, a good deal of distraction for my worried farang mind...
A bit sunburned and in the possession of a plastic 7/Eleven bag full with Red Snapper - a small gift for the ladies from the reception as well as the cleaning ladies of my hotel - and my head returning to my present predicament...
Not like I am not on a fast downhill slide myself with booze having claimed my body and soul for quite some long and lonely years but now things are really out of control with plentifull clues but scarely a viable solution, are my actions concerning Moo ethical or just coming forth from a misplaced guilt complex concerning my REAL sister, allowing poor Moo to take ger place, becoming my sister in this crazy Kingdom, maybe a way to heal my over-damaged Karma...
Not like I can repair the GREAT wrong in my life, haunted by evil, hunted by a prey that in itself should be hunted instead, something that exists only in my own mind, a puzzle that should and will be solved one way or the other in te long run, or maybe a game which I can not win but which in itself can win anytime it chooses...
Entering the lobby of my hotel, hoisting my bag of fish high in the air as the trophy of some sort of Big Game Hunter who has just managed to shoot down a Bull Elefant, I find only downcast looks, Hot Mommas waiting for customers desperately trying to avoid my blue shiners, motorbike taxi drivers looking at everything but my prize...for a moment I feel terrified then I realise No Police, No ambulance and my room key in the petite hands of Lady Receptionist Numero Uno..."Sorry mister Hans, lady you leave today, say not like come back"...
I presume the situation has solved itself and whether or not I should feel happy...well, it remains to be seen...
03-02-2010.
I leave Moo alone in my room, sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, any food I have brought her coming out again the wrong way and often she can't even make it in time to the toilet, plenty of fluids don't seem to help her much either...
I'm getting quite worried as are the ladies from the reception who seem covinced she is possessed by an evil spirit, a malignant ghould chasing her from the afterlife, maybe Joseph calling to her from the dope pusher's version of Nirvana...I'm actually getting quite worried, if she dies on me in that room I might well get myself into serious problems with the local police, lots of paper work to fill out back at Soi Police Station will be thre last of my worries then I guess...
To distract myself I have decided on a small fishing expedition out at sea organised by Englsih Steve, the owner of the Thistle Bar down in Soi Post Office. The idea is really quite simple, you report at his bar, put your name on the list and pay 500 Baht for the boat, a further 40 Baht for each drink you take, a free lunch will be provided by the crew using your own catch, plenty of sunshine and small talk with what are mostly the old hands to Pattaya most of whom I have known for years, a good deal of distraction for my worried farang mind...
A bit sunburned and in the possession of a plastic 7/Eleven bag full with Red Snapper - a small gift for the ladies from the reception as well as the cleaning ladies of my hotel - and my head returning to my present predicament...
Not like I am not on a fast downhill slide myself with booze having claimed my body and soul for quite some long and lonely years but now things are really out of control with plentifull clues but scarely a viable solution, are my actions concerning Moo ethical or just coming forth from a misplaced guilt complex concerning my REAL sister, allowing poor Moo to take ger place, becoming my sister in this crazy Kingdom, maybe a way to heal my over-damaged Karma...
Not like I can repair the GREAT wrong in my life, haunted by evil, hunted by a prey that in itself should be hunted instead, something that exists only in my own mind, a puzzle that should and will be solved one way or the other in te long run, or maybe a game which I can not win but which in itself can win anytime it chooses...
Entering the lobby of my hotel, hoisting my bag of fish high in the air as the trophy of some sort of Big Game Hunter who has just managed to shoot down a Bull Elefant, I find only downcast looks, Hot Mommas waiting for customers desperately trying to avoid my blue shiners, motorbike taxi drivers looking at everything but my prize...for a moment I feel terrified then I realise No Police, No ambulance and my room key in the petite hands of Lady Receptionist Numero Uno..."Sorry mister Hans, lady you leave today, say not like come back"...
I presume the situation has solved itself and whether or not I should feel happy...well, it remains to be seen...
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Finding Moo on the boulevard
Thailand, Pattaya,
02-02-2010.
These are hard days wrestling with the demons caused by two days of abstinence from King Alcohol's sybiotic interests in poor me, I allowed this all-powerfull drug into my system a long time ago and by now it has come to possess a great chunk of it, nipping away at my nerve ends, even the bottles of shampoo and mouth wash in my bathroom cocnstantly reminding me of its strong and mysterious hold over me...
Not that I consciously decided overnight to give up the delicious taste of Leo on my tongue during a hot and sunny day in Pattaya - of all places...
Was it Nong's little social visit a few days ago, or maybe the unexpected disapperance of the Lord buddha painting taped to my door, so painstakingly done, brush stroke by carefull brush stroke the night Nong left me - sh*t three times in a row I didn't even make a photo of this Holy image...
More likely my sudden abstinence came about when I found poor Moo asleep on a dirty piece of card board in front of the 7/Eleven the next morning early sun up, taking her back to my room and holding her thin frele body in my arms while it was rocked to and fro by uncontrolable fits of coughing, trying to excuse herself in between in Thai "Chai Toht, Hans, me so sorry...
In my mind's eye I could see her out there only moments before, her sick and ravished body stretched out on that dirty piece of card board, half drunk Farangs with their Hot momma girl-friends on their way home after a night of boozing, so touching to my Farang mind, feelings of guild and sorrow pulsing through my veins...
Whispering all day in her fitfull sleep while I watch TV, about her German Tilak Joseph and her two kids, one of them having beautifull chromium eyes...
No more Joseph these days, I don't even wanna go there...Poor Moo has been working the game for years, the men who used her services, abused her petite body never bothering to look back at all. I am reasonably sure crazy Josepgh's body has been burned at a local prison crematorium, a Wad for the inmates at the notorious Yard Lao prison near Bangkok...
Yeah, are you up there in the dope pusher's version of heaven, Joseph, watching your old lady, the Mum of your offspring sweating away on my matrass, her upper legs so thin I could quite easily span them with my big Farang claws...Yeah, that was a really clever thing you did there, you stupid German f*ck, trying to get all that dope back to your native Koln/Germany, back to the Land of the Sauerkraut und Bratwurst people, wanting to make a bundle and stay Thailand long time...bet ya the outcome was slightly different from waht you expected...
Look at your lady now, her body eaten away by countless STDs, HIV doing a serious number on her, an embarsment to the Pattaya s*x industry, being chased off by the police all the time, refused entry back to her native village near Buriram, not making any more Bhat with endless shorttimes...yeah, you should really be proud, mein Freund aus Deutschland wherever you are thee days
02-02-2010.
These are hard days wrestling with the demons caused by two days of abstinence from King Alcohol's sybiotic interests in poor me, I allowed this all-powerfull drug into my system a long time ago and by now it has come to possess a great chunk of it, nipping away at my nerve ends, even the bottles of shampoo and mouth wash in my bathroom cocnstantly reminding me of its strong and mysterious hold over me...
Not that I consciously decided overnight to give up the delicious taste of Leo on my tongue during a hot and sunny day in Pattaya - of all places...
Was it Nong's little social visit a few days ago, or maybe the unexpected disapperance of the Lord buddha painting taped to my door, so painstakingly done, brush stroke by carefull brush stroke the night Nong left me - sh*t three times in a row I didn't even make a photo of this Holy image...
More likely my sudden abstinence came about when I found poor Moo asleep on a dirty piece of card board in front of the 7/Eleven the next morning early sun up, taking her back to my room and holding her thin frele body in my arms while it was rocked to and fro by uncontrolable fits of coughing, trying to excuse herself in between in Thai "Chai Toht, Hans, me so sorry...
In my mind's eye I could see her out there only moments before, her sick and ravished body stretched out on that dirty piece of card board, half drunk Farangs with their Hot momma girl-friends on their way home after a night of boozing, so touching to my Farang mind, feelings of guild and sorrow pulsing through my veins...
Whispering all day in her fitfull sleep while I watch TV, about her German Tilak Joseph and her two kids, one of them having beautifull chromium eyes...
No more Joseph these days, I don't even wanna go there...Poor Moo has been working the game for years, the men who used her services, abused her petite body never bothering to look back at all. I am reasonably sure crazy Josepgh's body has been burned at a local prison crematorium, a Wad for the inmates at the notorious Yard Lao prison near Bangkok...
Yeah, are you up there in the dope pusher's version of heaven, Joseph, watching your old lady, the Mum of your offspring sweating away on my matrass, her upper legs so thin I could quite easily span them with my big Farang claws...Yeah, that was a really clever thing you did there, you stupid German f*ck, trying to get all that dope back to your native Koln/Germany, back to the Land of the Sauerkraut und Bratwurst people, wanting to make a bundle and stay Thailand long time...bet ya the outcome was slightly different from waht you expected...
Look at your lady now, her body eaten away by countless STDs, HIV doing a serious number on her, an embarsment to the Pattaya s*x industry, being chased off by the police all the time, refused entry back to her native village near Buriram, not making any more Bhat with endless shorttimes...yeah, you should really be proud, mein Freund aus Deutschland wherever you are thee days
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