Abs. correct, that is a spot on observation ......... its a shocker how DEATH has pervaded daily American Life to such an extent, I feel like a total prick for even going back.
I'm resigned to the DEATH-like Life extant there nowadays - I just fly in, pick up my car and for the month or two I'm there, just focus on nothing but selling and selling and making money. Then get the f--k out. The culture is MONEY that's it, there is no spirituality nor is there any HEART, just cold cold MONEYCHASING. So be it. The only benefit I have nowadays besides earnings is that I continue to keep my hunting and closing skills sharp at my age as I compete with fellas in their 20s to 50s and flog them all easily. I could do this till 100 yrs old and still flog these clowns.
As soon as I arrive in Thailand the first thing I notice is the fresh breath of LIFE, the sounds of LIFE and the magnificent warm smiles that even the Immigration officers put out. As I head to the baggage claim area, my spirits rise and affirmation, "Thou hast chosen well, AfterLOS, this be Paradise!" gushes thru' my veins.
I feel 20 ft tall. Then she shows up and I'm 30 ft tall because she has the spirit of a young un at 34 years of age and that adds to the adventure of life for at that age they just want to play and roam around and do stuff and go here and there and enjoy. All good for AfterLOS.
She brings her aunt with her who is one of the most generous Thai women I've ever met, a heart of gold. She knows Bangkok like the back of her hand and takes us to places I could never find on my own.
Every time I arrive there its akin to rebirth.
The chinks will plug us with their eyes closed - no contest.