Dear loyal readers (AKA: my imaginary friends):
It's Saturday night and in light of my current financial situation and the hole that black coffee and vodka have burned in my stomach - I think I'll stay in. Had a good one last night. Hit Sharky Bar around 11 to see who was out. Tranquilizers and booze make the women look good. Actually, the women always look good. The tranquilizers and booze help me believe that I look good.
I was already a little numb when I hit the bar. Unhappily, I found myself next to a short, fat, unwashed 40-something Canadian with a matted beard and coke-bottle lenses; he had a litany of complaints about Cambodia. He just had to let the waitress know about them. I could see the murder fantasies being played out in her mind.
He kept looking at me for moral support. I refused to make eye-contact with him. It's important to avoid people like this. They should be in Pattaya getting ripped off by ladyboys - the ladyboys they claim they didn't know were ladyboys until after they had finished a 20 min 69 session, busted their nut, and exchanged cell phone numbers.
Anyway, the night went well. Good energy in the bar, good chick-to-dick ratio and good (heavy metal) music on the sound system. Conversation went from movies to porn stars to Cambodian politics to dirt bikes to VD to the (US) trade deficit to the best viagra clones. (PS: Don't count on the liquid stuff to act as a breath freshener.)
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