Fit a Camel Through the Eye of a Needle

 

I doubt if you've noticed, but, I haven’t posted a story for a month. Instead, I’ve been busy dicking around with depression, a real motha fucker.

This verse from Stadler Brothers tune, Flowers on the Wall, references depression inanely,

Countin' flowers on the wall

That don't bother me at all

Playin' solitaire 'til dawn with a deck of 51

Smokin' cigarettes and watchin' Captain Kangaroo.

Now don't tell me, I've nothin' to do?

Day after day I tried working but felt vapid, thinking,

maybe the parties over.

Many world literary lions have suffered writer’s block or depression— Hunter S Thompson, Toni Morrison, Leon Tolstoy, Virginia Wolf— a few of the many.

There are 2 writers who've eluded writer's block over the years— Saint Peter, and Charles Bukowski. Saint Peter had God and the Angels writing through him vicariously— Buk’s holy spirit was beer.

I ain’t got much bacon, so writing’s it. Without it I’m jejune and bloodless.

Thank God for modern pharmaceutics, the psychotropic goodies have beat the blues down for now. Will I have take the pills forever? God, I hope not. 

I have a pal who grows pot and shrooms, and he swears psychedelic mushrooms will cure the blues. But, the last time I ate shrooms I felt like an insect with amped up antennae. 

I’m good for a couple beers in the evening while watching Netflix.

This is a touchy subject, but, I don’t like kids, God bless em.  

I do love dogs though, they don’t talk back and aren’t smart asses. I have 11.

I suppose everybody should have a kid, if you’ve got the bread, it costs millions to raise the little shits. 

Then, you give em all you got and when they hit adolescence they hate you anyway. 

I’ve been meditating, what a fuckin bitch, try it. 

I lay in bed, because I don’t have a decent chair. Thai furniture is made with less leg space because Thais are shorter than Europeans. 

So I lay there, breathing through my nose, trying to keep my mind from wondering, hoping to get somewhere, face to face with Ganesha maybe, the pot bellied god with a elephant trunk, who’s the lord of success, knowledge and wealth, none of which I have.

Do you like Putin? Funny hey? I posted a pic of Vlad on Facebook in the image of Hitler, and the Facebook put me in jail. 

I just can’t put it together, is Facebook protecting Vlad’s image? Would they put me in the joint if I posted a picture of Hitler or Stalin? 

What the fuck is Putin thinking, the heart ship he seeds? I think his head’s full of grandiose Russian Federation voodoo, having been brainwashed by his old man who was Stalin's cook. 

Vlad deserves the Bulgarian Umbrella treatment, the same  poison pokes he authorizes for errant Russian journalist. 

As for American politics I prefer to stay mum, cause you're gonna piss someone off no matter what you say.

I feel removed from the U.S. political scene living in Thailand— whether Biden or Trump is reelected, the same fuck show is gonna come down— and a plate of veggie Pad Thai will still be 75 cents in Siam.

Farangs or foreigners in Thailand can't become citizens, and, are considered visitors as long as they're here.

I’ve lived here 20 years and have to renew my visa every year. 

Thai people are super sweet so the bullshit is worth it.

In the film Hangover II, parts filmed here, the scene where Phil, Stu, and Alan wake up on hangover morning was shoot in Chinatown, Bangkok, a super place for steamed tea duck with noodles. 

Chinatown is a few square meters— Chinamen there own  townhouses they run businesses out of— selling cloth, monk paraphernalia, noodle soup, gold, and so on.

According to Credit Suisse, Thailand has the largest wealth gap in the world, the richest 1% control 67% of the country’s wealth. 

It breaks my heart seeing the hustles poor Thais are forced into, being hookers of course, selling pork balls, chicken and rice, Pad Thai or cold coffee from portable stands on burning hot streets.

How does it feel to have deep pockets? Maybe they worry about life like the rest of us because no-one escapes illness.

Yet, The rich appear pretentious, like they live in a rich folks vacuum of their own creation, overlooking what Jesus said in Matthew 19:24 

I'll say it again-it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God!