. . . and I'm thinking too much, but it's fun. Some of these philosophical posts are a little verbose, but I hope that they're entertaining. I have fun writing them, that's for sure.
Having cut my teeth on Thai Stick long ago, the most amazing thing to me about Thailand has been the lack of smoke, any smoke. They had a big "Anti Drug" push about five years ago and they just snatched and shallow-graved anybody they kind of knew was selling anything. Boy did that put a damper on the drug market.
But you can still go to Laos and buy Ganga in the village market, and Heroin around the corner.
Or Cambodia, where if you feel like killing somebody, go ahead, and some cop will ask you if you want your gun cleaned for a dollar.
Mr. C is: a reformed lawyer; a religious atheist; a useful "Handy Man;" an amateur social scientist; a beloved teacher; a well liked husband and father; Ambassador Emeritus from, and to, Planet X; a freelance professor; taxi driver to the stars (Joe DiMaggio and Ronald McDonald, both out of uniform); an excellent fire fighter; an enthusiastic but untalented musician; an experienced counselor; a top-notch disk jockey; an all around get-along-guy; a cunning linguist; a would-be lifestyle victim; a Masonic wannabe; a frequent reader; Professor Irwin Corey's Ph.D. adviser; an accomplished driver and motorcyclist; a famous rockologist; a reliable but indifferent bullshit detective; a poor speller; a proud United States Navy veteran (honorably discharged, barely); the Ayatollah of Ass-o-Hola; a drug legend; a Returned Peace Corps volunteer (Thailand); a generally charming man; nationally and internationally known from coast to coast; a legend in his own mind; a cultural-anthropological critic-at-large; an avenging angel who coolly bides his time; Soul Brother number 37; and a friend to the poor.
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I want some of whatever you're smoking.
Having cut my teeth on Thai Stick long ago, the most amazing thing to me about Thailand has been the lack of smoke, any smoke. They had a big "Anti Drug" push about five years ago and they just snatched and shallow-graved anybody they kind of knew was selling anything. Boy did that put a damper on the drug market.
But you can still go to Laos and buy Ganga in the village market, and Heroin around the corner.
Or Cambodia, where if you feel like killing somebody, go ahead, and some cop will ask you if you want your gun cleaned for a dollar.
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