We met at My Lien and then shot off to Sharky Bar. Be warned, the motodops near My Lien and Tom's Irish Bar are bunch of douche bags. I spit on them 10,000 times. (!!) Of course, this is NGO-land. They are used to dealing with spineless morons. My humble advice: Set the price before you go, and don't be afraid to tell them to fuck-off.
We made it to Sharky and started to mingle. Everyone seemed to be out last night. It was an atmosphere fueled by liquor, marching powder, and the wonderful promise of dirty sex. They all make this place special.
Most of what was said was hearsay, gibberish, and nonsense. Some of it I remember:
- The California 2 is about ready to re-open. He had a small pre-opening party and by all accounts, the place looks really good. Congrats.
- There are unconfirmed reports that a Nigerian scamster accidentally fell off the balcony the other night. If it's true, I'd like to congratulate the balcony. (Damn fine work!)
- The price of vodka has risen. Stoly used to be $3.70/bttle. Now it's up to $5 or $6.
- If there are no red rings around the base, it isn't a wart.
Hemmingway had Paris in the '20s. This is better.
2am was approaching. I bopped around from Martini, (killer chick-guy ratio, African had a drunk Asian tourist interested in an exciting business venture), to Howies,(where French people demanded our weed), and finally, Walkabout, where I hooked up with Countess Chocula because she know how to work mr. jimmy. Mr. Jimmy got worked.
And that was it. The usual Friday night/Sat morning shenanigans. I didn't find a cure for cancer, create the perfect shoe bomb, or try and change the world in any way. I found a Chocolate Countess who knows how to work the jimmy. Is that so wrong?
3 comments:
Yeah knuckle-headed motodopes need to be told to fuck off a lot.
Spitting does help, but only to a limited extent and then you find yourself apoplectic and dehydrated with viens in your neck and temple throbbing uncontrollably. No good.
I like to bash them a bit (not too hard) around the neck and shoulders. To me it just feels right and to them its a sort of barang massage that they seldom can afford. More of a win-win for all concerned.
I tried to stuff a dollar down one's throat in front of the Goldiana Hotel once. Security pulled me off. It was the best $5 I've ever spent. (But hey, NYT Travel Secition once described motodops as the future of Cambodia.)
omg, you are one funny fucking dude! just surfin around, looking for a place to relocate and you sure do make PP and indeed, all of cambodia seem somehow more and more attractive...;)
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