Leaving the Crack Den
Sunday, December 2nd, 2007For the past few month I’ve been living in a place I lovingly referred to as “The Crack Den”. My apartment on Petchaburi soi 36 oozed Crack Den ambiance. The decor screamed Crack Den. I moved in to the Crack Den a few months back because it was the only place I could find close to my school after I was evicted from my previous lodgings.
My Neighbors consisted of Lady Boys, Russian prostitutes, their pimps, Sub Saharan Africans, Bangladeshis and the occasional Colombian. Not trying to put people in boxes, everyone was lovely.
The Crack Den was an eventful place.
There was the time that
- The guy knocked on my door brandishing an Iron bar, seeking to beat the crap out of someone…..
Fortunately not me.
- I went down stairs to complain about the plumbing, only to find my land lord was packing a loaded Smith and Wesson
automatic pistol. The plumbing can wait.
- The Lady Boy exposed her self to me as i was returning home from school, then opened the front door for me, saying “Welcome home sir”
Good times…
This week….leaving the crack den. Hoping not to get mugged in my few remaining days.
