so yeah. thailand, i'm here as of the moment, and my habits here havent changed. heres kris...and here's our habit that doesnt change....right after landing..we did our habit...and then Kris tells me..again we are going to Pattaya...if youve seen the movie The Beach, that place is on there...but we weren't in that grimey ass area they were in...we were more like here...so driving...it's mad hot...like crazy vegas but more humid with a little bit of must in the air hot...and this as you can see..they have no use for heaters as the dial goes from kinda cold to fucking blizzard...
so we make it to Pattaya from Bangkok and i find out we arent in a spot like we were last time i was here...it just got trumpgraded...we end up getting the Regency Suite at the Regency Grand Hotel. hotelsuite
so we go out to Walking Street which is the area that was in The Beach..by this time we've met up with Scott whom Kris met on the plane to Bangkok...cool cat. He's actually a Drum and Bass MC. This is how clear it was and how everything actually looked...but my fadedness and just all out lack of energy made everything look like this...this leads us to a bar with live muay thai kickboxing matches inside...and this dude gets layed out...after this kick he got kicked again...and never got up...muay thai
i mean layed out...fools throwin water on his face and shit...this jerk was following me all nite too...him and his damn mask...after walking more..we decided to just hit the hotel again and finish partying there..which led to me waking up on a couch with no clue when and how i fell asleep. so i just put my robe on and went with the habit...yeah i know...shuttup. did our thing...and went to eat at a mad grubbin seafood spot..where like they literally just caught our food..here's faggy Kris with his coconut drink breastesses...and the crew at the table...(l-r)Scott, Stuart, B, Kris..this is one of the new crustaceans i ate...it was like a freakin lobster/crab/crawdad hybrid...but freakin delicious. heres a close up of it...and it pretty much attacking Kris...we ate...headed back to Walking Street where I finally have evidence of Kris being a Nazi...all it takes is ice cream, a pepsi, and an extending baton to get it out of him..naw he isn't a Nazi...he's a j.a.r.k. but yeah...the day after is shopping day..which i kinda wanted to myself...so i will post stuff from the night when we go out and get stupid doo doo dumb...