Today was a good day despite the excess sun and the
irritable eye. I got a little red thanks to the tank top and lack of sunscreen,
but at least I didn’t have to wear that oily shit that makes me even hotter.
Saved a few dimes as well. The eye has been a bit beefy the past couple of
days. My right eye. Happened a bit over a year ago as well. Felt like my eyelid
turned into a big piece of salami. Friend says it’s probably conjunctivitis
whatever that is. I’ll just go with that. I bought some antibiotic eye drops
and have been icing it, hope that does the trick.
Drinking my second White Russian at the moment. Can’t stop
chewing up my ice. People say that’s due to sexual frustration, which I won’t
argue, but add that it’s probably due to ingrained habits as well. I love a
sweet buzz. I’m not a racist, but I do prefer White Russians to Black Russians.
Something about the creamy texture sliding down my throat. Not that creamy texture. And I don’t really
love Coke even though I do partake in it on occasion despite not drinking that
shit for nearly 18 years. Honest.
Listening to Gregory Alan Isakov. Shit is good. I do need
some new music though. Feeling a little behind the times and lacking the
initiative to find out new, good music on my own. So send me some new tunes and
make me feel up-to-date. Despite not being in tune with what’s hot in the music
world, I do feel pretty good these days. I’m busy, that’s a start. Helping a
friend make a movie that’s due to shoot in approximately one week. Gathering
props, helping cast, location scout and art directing an important location in
the film. Enough about that.
I’m getting to the gym fairly regularly. Getting to know the
regular meatheads and despite all their flexing and posturing in front of the
mirror, they’re not all that bad. All four of us in the gym this morning were
doing biceps in front of the mirror at the same time. I was the only shirtless
one, but all of us plenty vain nonetheless. I was jealous of their abs and I
like to pretend they were jealous of my height and teeth. What else do I have?
I don’t really give a shit.
That second White Russian is hitting me pretty hard. I don’t
need another, but I don’t like to waste anything and I still have some ice. It
cost me all of twelve cents for half a kilo and I don’t want it to just go down
the drain. So off I go to make cup number three. Eliminates the need for
dessert I’ll tell you what. And after a fantastic dinner I hardly needed to
attend to the needs of my sweet tooth. Some Vietnamese sour soup with fish,
mango salad and morning glory washed down with some cheap draft Cambodian
lager. It was delish.
What else is going on…hmmm…let me think. I found a tailor,
that is indeed worth noting. She sells used clothing and also adjusts t-shirts.
Fifty cents a pop, which is equivalent to what I paid the woman in my alley in
Vietnam. Fantastic. So now, all of my t-shirts fit to a tee. Pardon the pun.
And the guy across the street from her, who does button-ups, made my shirts fit
perfectly for just a dollar. Even though he fucked up the first time, somehow
he redeemed himself and adjusted them just right. Even Goldilocks would have
been satisfied. So now I can comfortably buy oversized crap from Phnom Penh and
feel confident these folks will make me look decent with the skills I wish I had.
Now I’m on White Russian number three. Totally unnecessary.
You should see the ants on my counter. I guess I spilled a drop of Kahlua.
Fucked ‘em up with a few blasts of Raid. I hate using that shit, but I hate
ants even more. Especially red ants. Those bastards bite like mother fuckers
and the pain subsists longer than you’d imagine. No problem killing those
little fuckers. Them and mosquitos. I used to feel semi-Buddhist, but now, I
can’t cohabitate. Got my mosquito zapper that poses as a tennis racket. Totally
fools those ignorant bastards. Makes ‘em think I’m just going to practice my
back swing when in fact I’m fucking the shit outta them.
It really does make my place an easier place to live. Waking
up with fewer mosquito bites. That’s huge. If only I had a fridge and a
motorcycle. I’d be near heaven. I’m looking out for some cheap, secondhand
options. Recently, I stayed in a guesthouse to see if I wanted to change my
locations. It was nice for a minute to have a tv, wifi, bathtub and hot shower,
but being on the second floor and that much hotter, I couldn’t stand it. I
would have needed an air conditioner to survive, which would have nearly
quadrupled my accommodation costs so I quickly negated that option. This
shithole isn’t that bad after all. I just like to complain.
Life is not bad at all. I get to see the cutest orphans
nearly every day. I’m riding my bike too much. Is that really that bad? I’m
getting to know people, expats, ladyboys, prostitutes, street kids, anyone and
everyone and nobody is really that bad except when I’m in one my moods when
everyone is annoying. I often complain about the sun’s presence, but it sure is
better than having her disappear and not know when she will return. That is
harder to bear. I like the warmth she provides.
I forgot I put mustaches in the title of this blog post.
Yes, I am on day 15 of my current mustache. It is fairly embarrassing, but
fortunately Khmer women find any white male attractive despite the facial hair,
obesity, age or nerd factor. As long as you appear to have money it’s all good.
Every day I’m a day closer to shaving, but I want to see how far I can go. I’m
pretty sure this is a record. I’m also pretty sure some people don’t even
recognize that I’m sporting a mustache. But that’s ok.
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It’s almost time for bed. My eyes are closing. The vodka and
Kahlua are having an effect. I’m surprised I’m still here after nearly three
rounds. I’m normally a lightweight and would expect to be knocked out at this
point. Soon, soon. My bed is beckoning that is for sure. A soft pillow awaits,
I just wanted to get this out. The screen is fading in front of me, which
suggests that I ought to be typing my final words, but I keep going.
Unfortunately, but fortunately for you, I have nothing else to say. Thanks for
reading and hope you will be here with me next time. Good night.
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