An Alcoholic Collage

The last few days have been a bit of a blur. I can only recall single, unconnected images in my mind’s eye. Like camera flashes going off in the dark, illuminating the scene for the briefest of moments. I can’t even put them in chronological order.

BLOOSH!!

There is a particularly sexy go-go dancer bending over. Her legs seem to be four feet long and she is alone on a stage in front of me.

BLOOSH!!

There’s a shaven headed Englishman in a threatening pose. I’m not afraid. I could crush him like a grape.

BLOOSH!!

The daytime girls at The Golden Bar are giving me an unusually wide birth. There’s something about my demeanour they don’t like. Usually they are all over me like a cheap suit. I don’t understand.

BLOOSH!!

I am sitting outside a bar in Soi 7/1 mopping my brow with a pair of lady’s knickers. The legitimate owner of said knickers is sitting next to me. She seems happy enough.

BLOOSH!!

A woman is standing in front of me in a bar. I don’t think it’s a go-go bar. Her breasts are completely exposed, her hands are on her hips and her face is creased with rage.

BLOOSH!!

I’m in the back of a taxi. I open my eyes and I am passing the main entrance to Suvarnabhumi airport. It’s 3.00am and the place is deserted.

BLOOSH!!

I’m standing outside a run down apartment building near Victory Monument. It’s daylight and I check my watch. It is a quarter past six but I don’t know if it’s evening or morning. I am hailing a cab.

BLOOSH!!

I am in bed. It’s not my bed. Next to me is a young woman. She feels me stir and wraps her body around me. I don’t know who she is.

BLOOSH!!

There are two young women talking to me in a music bar. They are both fully clothed but they are wearing those little blue badges with numbers on. They are working girls but they look too young for me. One is number 33. The number 33 seems to have some significance. I think she is no more than sixteen or seventeen. She tells me she is twenty six but I don’t believe her.

BLOOSH!!

I’m in a grimy little bar. Three fellas at the bar are singing “Lilly The Pink” but they don’t know all the words. I help them out. I speak the lines to them and they sing them raucously.

“We'll drink a drink a drink to
Lily the pink a pink a pink
The saviour of the human race
For she invented medicinal compound
Most efficacious in every case”

Ten seconds of flashbacks. That’s all I have. Not much to show for the last forty eight hours really. I lay there on the couch sweating and shaking. I know the demons will be coming soon.

Union Hill

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