Sam told Nok over a pancake breakfast that he wanted to stay in Thailand, forever, and that he wanted to open a bar in one of the islands, like Koh Samui, and it turned out that’s where she was from.
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer She said she could help him open the bar. It was magic. It was serendipity! And it was at this moment that he knew. That this was fate. He was to be with her. This was it. Everything in his life had led him to this moment.
He couldn’t be a rock star. He couldn’t be Axl Rose. But after seeing what a joke Fat Axl had wound up being, he didn’t care. He didn’t even want to be that anymore. Be some old guy in spandex pants singing songs from 40 years ago. Fuck that!
No way, there was a peace in anonymity, a tranquility in escaping the polarized cesspool of acrimony and hate that had become modern America.
He’d be spending his final days aging gracefully, running a bar on the beach, lying on a hammock.
That’d be a far better life than having millions of people pitying and laughing at you like they were doing to the Fat Asshole Axl Rose. The fucking Karen!
“Fuck you, Axl Rose! I’m glad you broke my demo to pieces! I’m glad I never became washed-up, a has-been like you!” he gleefully thought to himself…
He thought to VH1’s “Behind The Music” about Poison and their bassist Bobby Dall saying something about how he’d never wanted to be a musician, he’d wanted to be a rock star and he’d done that. He’d accomplished that dream…
Sam was likeminded. He didn’t give a shit about the music. He never learned to read music. He hated bands like Rush and Dream Theater, those annoying bands that musician snobs masturbated to. He couldn’t care less about music theory or any of that pretentious shit.
Cancel Culture | Kim Cancer He wanted the lifestyle. The pussy. The money. Traveling the world to exotic locations. That’s what he wanted.
And he had it, escaping to Thailand like this, fucking all these exotic, beautiful young girls.
His wallet was so fat it wouldn’t fold. He had rock star money! He was a millionaire! He was rich! He was getting ass! He was in fucking Thailand!
Everything had worked out for the better. And he would never leave. He would stay in Thailand forever!
Sam decided it. Then and there. He’d marry this girl.
He proposed marriage to her later that morning, as they lay together in bed. He was naked and drunk, floating warmly on Xanax and had stuttered when making his proposal. He’d been worried she’d laugh it off as drunk talk. But, to his delight, with no delay, she said yes. SHE SAID YES!
THEY WERE TYING THE KNOT!