ok so there’s lots of things I love about Bangkok — cheap eats, pretty girls in tight school uniforms, the feeling of being in a land of law but still feeling absolutely, utterly law less, watching monks making their morning track for alms, bootleg media, graveyard underground night life fun, a city based on making ‘bling’ yet still has this lazy, lethargic aura emitting from it’s super metropolis rear. It fits my quarter-life, whisky glass slamming, rock star wanna-be struggling, Green Peace tree hugging college student deadbeat stuck in a business wall street/technology driven job crisis personality – oh so perfectly.
but as i’m sitting here typing this at a internet cafe in MBK, there’s someone scanning rather explicit, and gay pictures of themselves and hordes of other guys in a number of rather raunchy poses, is enough for me to cringe and want to puke out all the cheap ass liquor i had last night.
i’ll go burn my contaminated retinas. –;;;