"at least you have each other"

it is the dry season. southeast asia is divided by the wet and dry, popular and unpopular. its always summer. the piss trickled last night, right to the tips of our noses. waking up soggy was a change. to be humid was to be home. waking with wet cheese cloths over our lungs. liquid breathing.

speaking of dry season. i can not stress the hilarity of the local taxi mafia of tuk tuk drivers. they all have opium, ganja, and sweet promises of anything imaginable. but, the fact that one swears to having the best shit, or the freshest hash. just beautiful. the image of puckered lips and twinkling eyes, so lazily lounging in the backs of their three wheeled machines of death. whoever was the first to employ the use of hammocks in the backseat surely felt inspired. something? something?

the laziness is as thick as the air. everyone is smoking to help cure their lungs of all the filth collected on an average day walking amid pollution running rampid and rapid as wild white waters.

lao whiskey cures everything, especially when "everyone else hates you." bacon, eggs, coffee, and bread. everyday breakfast. the nice compliment of a cigarette to set that leisurely mood for the day. the key theme here is leisure. leisurely strolls, flip flops, words. it's important to let all the words roll out of your mouth, down the tip of your tongue. hardly understandable mumble babble. let everything roll. the fucking opinions, you have to let those roll. if i didn't, i'd surely be dead by now. the stake driven by mine or another's hand.







onward, daniel skelley.