Anonymity. It's a 2-way street. PC thug claims to write for Footprint Guidebooks (yawn). Known as Spoon-Ur, he was recently seen, according to a "long-term expat", performing oral sex on a obese Nigerian man in the bathroom of a riverfront bar. "Long-term expat" said Spoon-Ur left a stall, began spitting angrily into the sink, but then smiled and walked off counting a small stack of 500r notes.
Well,...freelancing for Footprint probably don't pay all that well. But the hell with him and his sordid antics, I'd rather talk about the weather.
Rain:
4-day lull in the rain caused some to speculate that it'd be over soon. Fuck that. I like rain. Good for the earth. Good for sleep. Good for sex. We weren't getting any - and I wasn't getting any....I decided to provoke it with a rain dance - the best one in the world: I suggested a friend wash his bike. He did. It was pouring down in no time. I slept and had sex. Life was good.But rain is like anonymity, a double-edged sword.
Rashes:
Life was less good for an intrepid expat who wanted to get some photos of a flooded market. Dirtier than Bangladesh and when the boots came off - angry rashes where his feet used to be. Anti-bio cream fixed it up...for a week, and then it returned with a vengeance. So...the doctors were right...wading through sewage isn't good for your skin.
But at Least He Gets the Shot:
Anonymous - yet - perennially blitzed photographer demands to know why he isn't getting cover shots. It must be some backroom double dealing that's keeping him off the front page. Something to do with filthy lucre, selling orphans, or an affinity for bad grammar, he insists during a drunken rant (or was he just tweaking?)Short answer: No man,....it's the material. You got it or you don't and sending anonymous e-mails to the editor will only make sarcastic bastards like me write shit about you. Besides, there are other things to worry about....
The Flu:
Health hazards abound. Changes in my schedule (a complete 180), the weather (it's a bit cooler), and my diet (zero nutritional value for the last 30 years) allowed me to experience something new. I got the flu twice in a month. 2 very different strains. It's been running around town fucking people up left and right, so if you are planning a visit, keep it in mind. Med-heads say: You can try getting a shot (it may help) and load up on vitamin C. While the flu sucks ass (and not the good kind of ass), it's just not that big a deal...
RIP:
Lay-Lay, one of the well known troupe of VN sisters was killed in a motorbike accident over the weekend. Not sure who was at fault but it doesn't matter. A witness said it looked like she broke her neck. We can only hope it was quick and painless. She deserved better and will be missed.
Only the good go young.
That's why we are all still here.
And you can all stop complaining - I UPDATED MY FUCKING BLOG. (More soon)
6 comments:
Wow. And update you did. A regular Jimmy Olsen of Cambodia. Thanks, man. I will now follow your lead and try those bars on 130-136 that I've seen but never stopped in. Thanks for the update. Tough working a day job, eh, Bong?
Many thanks for the comment. Glad you were inspired by the post. Now get out there and buy some lady drinks! Brighten someone's day with a $3+ whiskey/coke.
And yeah - Day jobs suck. Especially if you are ME. (BTW: Jimmy Olsen, my ass! Try Clark Kent + a hurricane toungue...Didn't you read my bio in "Who's Who in Cambodia"??)
Is that a picture of Lay Lay on the street in the Dec. issue of Bayon Pearnik?
That isn't Lay Lay. I think it's from one of the Khmer papers that revel in the snuff shot.
Thanks for the info DONBONG
Thanks for the info DONBONG
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