jaywalker-2

A .177 caliber air pistol did the trick for me in Kuwait. I'd always shoot them in the back, as I just wanted them to go away. I wasn't trying to kill them. Just sting them. 2006 or so. They quit my area. I had a JOB & a 3 month old baby girl. Listening to hot -rodders at 0300 hrs was not an option.

1999 & no WIFI. Just internet cafes here & there. It was redicilous.! I got Grabbed many times. Women mind you. I got grabbed by a katoey once & broke his arm. I'm married folks. Leave me be.

I learned that on my first visit to BKK in 1999. Got to look down too, or you might get flushed down the sewers to Jomtien.

A Thought just occurred & reminded me. thought I had to fart, but I was wrong.

Just a suggestion here. I was born in Orlando Florida. Pretty much opposite side of the globe from BKK. it's a 27 hour trip. 26 years of BKK expeience.....If you are an ostrich & can eat Thai food like my wfe & daughter, then please disregard this message. Peanut butter & jelly sandwiches with sliced bananas on them is ALL you should eat prior to your flight. Wash those down with a half gallon of miik. Do NOT & eat 18 sausage balls (Sai krog Issan) and eat 18 peppers right before a 27 hour flight. Bad idea. Ask me how I know......

I LOVE, LOVE LOVE Sai Krog Issan. Eat it wth some sticky rice & about 1 tabasco pepper along with each sausage ball at Pantip Plaza. I had to jump on a flight that evening, Bangkok to Orlando....just a 27 hours in the air jaunt & a 12 hor time change.... What can go wrong? Bad idea, Bad idea.. I had a businuss class seat & spent most my time in the business class toilet. Bad idea. Long time ago. My dumb ass probably had som-tam to go with it Fun times.

200 baht no good! Must to put 500 baht. Worthless sacks of <deleted>.

Been a while since I was at Swampy. The restrooms at the Mochit bus station were 10 times larger than those at the airport. Eating EVERY MEAL SPICY as they get in BKK.....more bathrooms please? Immodium please? It was heavy trade for me.....I was always giving the local pharmacy business on that front.....errrrr. rear. Thank heavens for butt-washers!

Toss them UNDER the jail. I spent 6 years in Kuwait. I had my own way of dealing with them. It involved a .177 pellet (air) gun from the 4th floor. Farang calls a Kuwaiti cop....meh. Something stings you real hard as you are being an <deleted>. They buggered off.

My daughter got chicken pox when she was about two. Her grandma thought she wouldn't get chicken pox because she was half farang. My wife told her she's fricking HUMAN!

How is the Ambassador Hotel these days Didn't a fire rip thru it 20 years ago? I am OLD. Seems like yesterday. The Dynasty used to be kinda cool & Google Maps says it is permanently closed. It's been a few years since my first jaunt to BKK....I was there in 1999. Lived there a long time off & on. I've stayed at the Sofitel near Mo-Chit.....College girls in those fricking uniforms everywhere. Heaven. They weren't hookers, but they sure made for some nice eye candy. I was 33 & "RANDY" as Austin Powers put it. Thanks for the info Brother.

Yeah! Neck tattoos! Watch the TV show "Cops" on youtube, invariably, they have a neck tatoo. I have ZERO tattoos I might pull a Gun's Roses on the crazy Thai wife..JOKING! I will always love her. Sometimes I think about this though.

Drag him to the nearest tall tree with a short rope.

Yeah I'm 58. Fat as a pig 165 lbs (same as I was in basic training in 1984). My friend dying slowly from drugs has brought morbidity to my conscience in a big way. I want to die in battle, with a weapon in my hands. I have a house in Prasat.

Yes. The RTMC (Marine Corps) should hit the beach at Sihanoukville & drag in the Army behind them. Do a straight march to Phnom Pen & do like the Vietnamese did back in the 1970's. It might settle things down for a few decades before somebody has to put them back in line. I have worked with the RTMC. Those dudes are Bad-ASS. I'm 58 now. I bet I could get a spot to forward deploy with them in the action. I might get killed, but it would be a fun way to die. A childhood friend (known him since I was able to walk) is in a coma, going out of this life on a drug overdose (meth/yaba). I never did drugs, but when I die, I'd like for it to be in battle. Nothing like the smell of cordite in the morning. I never smelled napalm (yet) in the morning.