Ten year ago I resided in Pattaya, the last Babylon. My house was on a cul-de-sac. The garden hosted orchids and flowers and a mango tree. Butterflies fluttered before my window. Birds haunted the tree. I drove a motorcycle to the beach and spent my night with the demimonde of the Buffalo Bar.
I was arrested for copyright infringement and moved back the the USA.
I lived with my good friend, Walter.
A basement room.
I walked three blocks to the L Train, which I took to Union Square and transfere to the R train for a seven stop ride to 5th Avenue. This station has its own entrance to the Plaza Hotel. I worke at the Retail Collection. It was downstairs from Eloise’s playground, the Palm Court. In the evening I reverseed the transportation process and fall asleep before 10pm most nights.
My total time above-ground per diem runs approx. 45 minutes.
I have become a subterranean like the denizens of the classic 50s horror film THE MOLE PEOPLE.
I loved that movie as a kid, especially the pearly white princess who couldn’t live in the light of day.
And I was her in 2009.
Maybe not her, but the vizier of her father, the king of the Mole People.
Not a bad job for such a time of dismay.
ps there’s also a video game by the title THE MOLE PEOPLE.
So there is life after the 50s for B-movies.