alone or lonesome? part 3: bar dribbles

obviously the topic of loneliness (to be or not to be) has dominated my thoughts of late. this captivating three-part series ends with a humbling transcript of drunk scribbles (dribbles) penned at a bar stool overlooking the dance floor at bangkoks dj station. not particularly humbling because i chose a crowded dance club for solo introspection but because of the thoughts inspired.

i spent over an hour searching for bangkoks infamous babylon gay sauna. by the time i got there i was dripping sweaty and it was closed. 1 aborted sauna hunt and 2 fuckey shows later im finally smiling. i have so much in common with the fat girl in the corner with the ape-to-man evolution tshirt who is reviewing photos on her digital camera. why am i laughing? am i happy watching old white men lick the necks of beautiful young thai boys? salt and pepper in the black izod. i have that shirt. oh shiz im drinking heineken not singha. i ask the bartender for a pen and she thinks im giving my number to expat gramps. the art is managing to make them interested without eye contact. i want to pretend im from viet nam. furiously scribbling into my notebook in the midst of a crowded gay club do they think im a travel writer? i love it. if there was a guy here who was intrigued by scribes we should wed. maybe i shouldnt go to angkor wat? why do spiritual when i can do carnal?

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more bangkok photos here.