CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I GOT back into Bangkok late Monday November 2nd 2009. I pretty much dumped everything and headed straight for the bed. I was tired and the thought of laying horizontal on a comfortable surface sounded really good. Within minutes I lost consciousness.
The next day I felt pretty good, and after answering emails and talking to relatives on the computer I was off to the gym. By the end of the year a BTS skytrain stop will be opened close to the end of my soi and I won’t have to wait 15-20 minutes to catch the correct bus.
Had a good workout and decided to grab a few counterfeit DVD’s to watch and then it hit me. I was possessed to walk those two extra blocks to the liquor store, pick up a favorite bottle of beer and a large bottle of whiskey. The job was done and I was happy about it. I stopped by a vendor to get half a chicken (cooked of course) and went up to my room.
I didn’t quite discover everything that really happened until today . It was a bazaar night and I’ll take it as far as I can.
Opened up the big bottle of Chang beer that had been missing me for months and made a quick go of it. Next thing I know I was pouring the opened bottle of whiskey into a glass neat. After that I was waking up to a phone call at about 10am from my masseuse telling me she was closed today and would reopen the next day. I thought it was odd for her to call me to tell me that but I just let it go.
I spent the rest of the day lying about and trying to solve some mysteries. I had a few bottles laying around, my shower curtain was half way down to the floor, there was a little blood on the floor but looking in the mirror showed nothing unusual except that I might have been in a bar room brawl. I had a small bump on my forehead and a right jaw that felt like it was hit pretty hard. My lower back was a little sore and so were most of my other muscles