Today is the last day that I will miss my ride to work because I was out late in a Patpong club seeing an insane transvestite face painting show meets modern art performance with a very superstitious girl named Aom as my date who models for big companies six or seven days a week so she can support her mother and brother. It is the last time that I can buy my breakfast of grilled chicken, strawberry yogurt and two cups of espresso from the dozens of street vendors that assemble themselves like clockwork outside of our office building from the hours of 7:00AM until 3:00PM. And it is the last time that I will show my coworkers the seventy seven pictures I snapped in half as many minutes as we walked through a fruit and vegetable market the day before.  ¶ Permalink 8/04/2003 01:15:00 AM