Reminds me of Zach. He’s back on the horse, Elaine. Smack. White palace. The Chinaman’s nightcap.
And, in a tiny way, I almost feel responsible. I’m the one who sent him to Thailand - in search of low-cost whistles. Filled his head with pseudoerotic tales of my own Opium excursions. Plus, I have him some phone numbers of places he could score near the hotel.
Thailand?
Is he a white poet warlord now?