Why Do You Live Here?

[MinutePigglet]

Friends, Romans, #####rymen (and women... in pig suits... with man hands );

A lot is said up here. There's a lot of I don't like this; or I love me!

But, inquiring minds want to know: Why are you here?

Is it the girls laddie? Or is it the boys? Is it the ocean breezes or the root doo now? Could it be Lychee season? Or maybe, the feel of the fire hose after an all nighter of spicy food is something you just couldn't live without.

Entries could be a short story like: "I was born here." Or it could be a longy: "I just had my sixth Beer Chang and thought, 'That's it! I'm gonna marry her. We'll talk politics all day long.'"

5, 10, 20 pages gaw-dai. Up to you...

Why am I here? Oh I'd thought you'd never ask!

My wife is singing a story about my neutered dog, Cupar (a fine border collie named after the fief in Scotland). It goes something like this (to the tune of Country Road by John Denver):

Have you seen...

Cupar's balls

In the place

They ought to be

Check the trash can

Ambush the mail man

Hold the calls

For Cupar's balls

Repeat ad nauseum (hey, how do you center things here?)

Anyhow, that's why I'm here. YOUR TURN!

One last effort here. This isn't a what I love/hate about muang Thai topic. It's about why you are actually here. The reason. One word or a thousand--up to you...

XXOO,

MP