Corpus of a Siam Mosquito by Steven (Steven David Justin) Sills
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"You aren't an addict. If your body really wanted it, you wouldn't
have been able to resist it for over 24 hours. Still, even though this is noble and good, you don't want to walk away from your friends." "I know." "What did you do this afternoon?" "I went to fly a kite near Wat Phra Kaeo." "Do you mean you masturbated in the temple housing the Emerald Buddha? I mean that's fine if it is true. Surely another person or two over the past two or three centuries has done that also. All the same, please refrain from using Thai slang. You don't want to sound like a dummy when you talk to me." "No, I mean it literally, Ajarn," said Jatupon. Ajarn meant "respected teacher." "I went to the area outside of the Grand Palace in Sanam Luang. In front of the golden and pointed domes of the entrance there is an oval football field of dirt. The radio mentioned that hundreds of boys and girls were flying kites there. I was planning to buy a kite and fly mine with the hundreds that were soaring next to each other but there was no one my age doing that." "Neither a boy nor a man: what an awkward state to be in. Anyhow, so you wanted to fly a kite near the golden pagodas and cupolas of the Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaeo but you didn't do so. I assume it was more for lack of money. Is that right? Is that all? I can't imagine why you would think that you could use money for such extravagances considering your present predicament." "I had some. I always get some." "How?" "I go through Kazem's pockets when he is asleep." "Do you mean you steal it?" "Not really. He knows I do it. It is kind of like a little game...sort of." |
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