The curse of Thailand’s Lost Boy
At Club Lime last night:
Some guy: “You wouldn’t happen to be The Lost Boy, would you?”
Me: “Umm, yeah, I guess so.”
Some guy: “Oooooh hooooo hooo.”
And that was it. No further explanation given. Just a knowing look from someone I’d never met before. It happened at Bed Supperclub once too.
Some girl: “Are you Matt Crook?”
Me: “Yes… how do you know who I am?”
Some girl: “I don’t. I just know you’re writing.” [Girl gives me evil look]
Some girl (in a sarcastic tone, she said something like this): “I’m standing with Matt Crook. Great.”
Me: “Right. See you later.”
Again, that was it. No explanation for the scathing look, just a downpour of daggers aimed at me.
The guy at Lime I assume is friends with the property sales girls I once angered. I met one of the angry sales girls last night and she was actually quite friendly, although I was still a bit scared of her. She was wearing a cute hat though.
October 13th, 2007 at 3:01 pm
Time for a hair cut and german accent.
October 14th, 2007 at 1:13 pm
That is too funny! The joys of being notorious eh!
October 15th, 2007 at 3:24 pm
To me and Will:
“So how did you two meet, ja?” asked by a colleague in a cheeky but exciting tone.
“Through Matt Crook,” I replied.
“Oh… Damn. You’re his friend, too??” the girl asked Will in disgust.
October 15th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
You certainly can’t please everyone.
October 15th, 2007 at 3:42 pm
And I already got a haircut.