Well I have managed to loose my drunken fish named Cole along with Chang Boot? I was woken by Cole at some crazy time to him stumbling around at 4 am. I slept in and have no fucking clue about there whereabouts! Its killing me I checked out of my bedbug filled room and I thought Fish was gonna do the same and we would leave our packs with the front desk and then hop on a night bus and or train to the south! There both fucking ghost!!! Chang Boot was gonna head to the North so maybe he did I have no clue..... I guess I am gonna re rent my fucking room? I cant buy a ticket with out a turkey. Anyhow living it up in BKK, this city is fucking huge and there are so many different parts to it. Urban sprawl and total scumbag markets with slaughtered frogs and eels!
We spent the afternoon yesterday looking for a place to drink Guinness and Jameson's. We found a place but it was like 6 or 7 dollars for a pint and 35 bucks for a little bottle of Jameson's. We sat for a min and contemplated whether we want to spend a weeks worth of shelter and grub on an American holiday that no one even knew about. We opted out of that and decided to hit the streets and find all the makings for Mojitos. I know I know they have nothing to do with the Irish, blah blah baaaaa. But there are green. We also bought a little cocktail shaker and some green dye. We dyed everything, the rum the soda water the lime juice, everything. We set up shop on a busy corner of heavily trafficked part of Koh San Road. We were cold chilling mixing up concoctions and staying green as fuck. We were all dressing in green sipping on green and listening to some smooth jams. No one had a clue on what the fuck we were doing yet everyone wanted to join us and sit and shoot the shit. I think the three of us put down about 2 bottles of bright green rum and were slaughtered by sun down. Out of rum and stumbling around town we hit up some spot to grub on some food, hoping to sober up a bit. We ate some fresh fish and all I could think of was a Thai massage. Oh man these people to how to do it. You can do an oil massage for an hour and it might set you back 8-10 dollars. I went for two hours though. and woke up n my own pile of drool, with this little Thai girls screaming at me It time to go you have to go now. Oh man it was much needed to a rough day of slamming rum. So I picked myself up headed to the hotel and got one more beer, trying to stay awake, and then the Internet guy at the spot was trying to get us to join him at some club to drink buckets of Thai whiskey and red bulls. I said hells no and headed up stairs after my brew for some much needed sleep, that is until some turkey woke my ass up at 4 am. All and all it was a nice St Pats day one I wont forget that's for sure.... 
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