Day five, I’m still awake obviously. The stereo is blasting at 11am; I’m DJ’ing for the whole sixth floor I think. I can’t get any of my friends on the phone all day. Some are too hung over and the rest know I’m on a terror and they don’t want to deal with me. Pretty standard. I don’t leave my room all day, the girls go fetch me food and beers. I take some codeine and max out for hours. Ball and Mee go back to their rooms to change and are back in less than 2 hours. I tell them last night was awesome and we are going to do it all over again. They all smile. Around 9pm we drop vitamin A and step up the drinking. The girls get a delivery of vitamins, and they tear through that pretty fast. Shower time again. Back to the bed. Pretty much a repeat of last night, but I’m not as fucked up so I go a lot longer, and do a lot more of the work. I have Ball finish the job this time, she’s got real firm hips and ass. For whatever reason they want to use condoms today, I think each one of them is a bit embarrassed about the other 2 knowing they get down raw dog and take creampies. Kind of late for that, but sheepishly I agree to it. I recall after screwing Nan, then Mee, and then Ball, there was a condom exchange before Ball. I’m sweating profusely. My stamina was near fizzle and I kinda lost wood. Ball rolls her eyes at me. “Chill out and give me 3 minutes to fucking breath”. It took less than that with the three of them working on me and we get going again. I told Nan in the morning, about Ball’s eye roll. I said “I don’t really give a fuck, but one day she’s going to do that to the wrong drunk and she’s gonna get decked. If she is your little sister, teach her…”
Afterwards I manage to sleep for 2 hours. When I wake up I feel like I get hit by a baht bus. I’m sore from head to toe. My ears are ringing like crazy with tinnitus. My back is fucked, and I got sciatica shooting down my right leg. I’ve seriously aggravated an old injury. 20 years ago I broke a disc in my lower back stealing Nitrous tanks off trucks to get high and ended up on the cutting table, true story. So now I’m hunched over and walking around in my boxers with one hand on my lower back looking like a ninety year old man. I was thinking I might need to go to the hospital for a minute there. Screw it, I will just self-medicate, I got plenty of supplies. I have scores of chemicals and emotions racing through me. Feeling fragile, I get a msg from my Mom with worry, its Mother’s day in the US and my cousin told her I was in Asia. I don’t tell Mom or Grand Mom when I go, because when Dad went, he never returned. Completely different circumstances but hey they are Mothers. I’m too crazed to return a call to my Mom; I can’t face her through the phone while I’m on a bender with 3 whores in the room.
This decision starts to wear on me and I start feeling super guilty, and then,,,some tears come out! Nothing more humbling than crying about your Mom in front of hookers. This obviously made the girls fall in love on the spot. My tough guy card is now vaporized. I recover, and I tell Ball and Mee, it was great, and I loved our sessions but I can’t have 5 hour foursomes everyday I’m too old and I can’t afford it. But I want Nan to stay. They say no problem and I give them 3K each and they bounce out.
Sometime after that some friends from South Africa call and ask me to meet them in Silom for some trouble making. My friends don’t look like tough guys but they are thinkers, and they have been known to duck-tape razor blades to themselves just in case they get thrown in the clink, they are pre equipped with a weapon. Read about South African jails sometime and you will understand. This could be ruckus! My recipe of meds and booze has worked miracles on my back but I’m feeling morally and emotionally depleted and I’m running a fever; I go out anyway. My Japanese friend joins me and we are on the way with Tools of Mischief in a bag. When I arrive at the street food meeting spot, I sense some irritation that my friend and I are so whacked out of our minds. I’m still kind of glowing from being over sexed, and it feels like every female that looks at me can feel it too. Ahh the ego,,, combined with vitamin paranoia it’s an incredible thing. With that, I feel like I’m keeping it together but just barely. We get some beers and red bulls, but I’m unable to put down any food. We get up from the table around 2am and start walking. I get a real bad feeling I’m going to be in jail tonight. On top of that, strangely with all the shit I’ve been putting in my system that last Red bull has me feeling real uncomfortable. A few laws are broken and I’m getting edgy, I throw in the towel, “Fellas I’m out, I have a bad feeling, I’m sweating gallons by the step, there is not enough people on the street for us to blend in, rain check”. Since I’m the senior in this group everyone agrees to follow the gut and we spilt up. Taxi back to my room, Nan is watching TV in some sexy red lingerie; I feel better already and go straight to a 30 minute shower. I feel even better afterwards. Nan says my heart is beating like crazy and I should try to sleep, ok, blow me please… She finished with a smile then clicked off the light and I eventually drift off to insane dream land.
Smiling as I wake up, week one complete and I still have all my digits, I’m not in jail, haven’t converted any glass anal thermometers to a pipe yet and none of my friends have accidentally killed themselves. Good Times. Week two about to about to begin, go harder or slow it down and pace? A dilemma once wished for.