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PURE AS THE RAIN by Peter Nolan Smith

June 7, 2023 – 11:14 am

Fuck the seventy-seven virgins, give me Pattaya – Pascha Ray One night in August the monsoon was having its way with the Eastern Seaboard. Sleets of rain slashed through the few remaining palms on the back street between Soi Bukhao and 3rd Road. The Happy Lodge inn served as a refuge from the crowds of […]

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AN ITALIAN PLAN by Peter Nolan Smith

August 14, 2022 – 1:37 am

CHAPTER 1 The winter of 1987 was cold enough to freeze the Housatonic River and the town of Kent erected an elaborate float on the thick ice. Each year the townspeople organized a pool to guess the date when the ice could no longer bear the float’s weight. Two days after a January blizzard I […]

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Five Excuses or Ha Khaaw-Gaae-Dtuaa

March 24, 2022 – 9:52 am

Back in 2008 on Good Friday morning in New York Christians were preparing to commemorate the crucifixion of Christ at churches throughout the city. Catholics will chant the Rosary during the Stations of the Cross, as incense fumes from holy thuribles. I attended none of these rites and neither shall any atheists in Pattaya, for […]

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NIGHT ON THE TOWN

January 23, 2022 – 7:39 am

Back in 2012 I was in Thailand. I no longer resided in Pattaya. Too many Russians, retirees, and I preferred Sriracha up the coast, where I lived with my son Fenway and his beautiful Mom. Sriracha was a totally Thai town and I was comfortable drinking beer with Mam and playing with my son, but […]

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LOVE YOU LONG TIME – CHAPTER 4 by Peter Nolan Smith

April 15, 2021 – 1:55 am

The staff of the front desk at the Malaysia remembered my room. 203 overlooked the pool. Overweight farangs basked in the torrid sun like walruses oiled for a boiling pot. The bar girls sheltered in the shade, eating sum-tam or spicy papaya salad like the world was ending tomorrow or beginning by waking up next […]

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