Sometimes I'm jealous with the dedicated drinkers. They sit in the morning at roadside stalls and noodle shops with a cold beer in the hand and a young Khmer girl by their side. Later they'll go to the beach or the market or around town. But it's impossible to spot them without a beer and a girl. I admire the way those dudes managed to simplify their lives. Beer and sex; only the simple basics and probably not much else. They didn't wait for the zombie apocalypse but turned them self into brain-dead satisfaction-seekers. Respect! It must take years of hard and heavy training to reach that level of simplicity...
Those men are far out of my league. I can practice all I want I'll never make it that far. Just woke up after a night on the beach. The room spins and my head hurts. Yesterday late afternoon I ran into Professional Girl, Gay Dude and Daria. I joined them for barbecue and beers. Then we did the tour of happy hours around Occheuteal bars to end up with big Mekong whiskey buckets on Serendipity beach in the early hours.. Man, there's no hangover like a Mekong hangover. But, on the other hand, it was a great night out. All fun and happy. Sometimes you just need to get wasted to stay sane...
Unlike the dedicated drinkers I'll spend the rest of the day alone. Drinking fresh coconuts and doing laundry. My moto needs a small repair and I'm sort of looking into a little trip into Vietnam (if I can afford it). Anyway, all this cheap whiskey killed the darkness for a wile. A hangover helps to avoid thinking too much. In fact, I feel happily busy for a guy on an extended holiday. So, fuck it, let's dance while this party lasts!
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