Each morning as I walk along the sidewalk towards Victory Monument I feel underwhelmed by the lack of surprises. Strolling around Silom late at night and I’m neither titillated nor interested. I even ended up in Saphan Kwai recently; again, nothing really grabbed my attention. A deranged American man once told me: “Matt, you could live here for 100 years, but every day you’ll see something that surprises you.”

This was the same man who told me that all farang males in Thailand have a sexual encounter with a ladyboy at some point. Well, my estranged Mississippian friend, I’m not surprised anymore, and I haven’t been here for 100 years. Does there ever come a point at which you find yourself numb to this place? Sheesh, I can’t even remember what it’s like to date a white girl.

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