fled far away just like the little one for I, your servant, sleep
alone; I am very lonely, in my bedroom, with my arms dangling empty.
It is destiny that keeps me away and prevents me from embracing my
beloved. I am here, without my younger one, since I left my home to go
among the Thais where I have no friends..." Jatupon thought about his
basic nature. He had lived for 14 years in Thailand but still he did
not feel particularly Thai. He wished that he had been born in some
other place like America with a nice American family. As he was
falling asleep he heard the counterparts:
--What will happen to him on that bench?
-- I can't imagine anything good happening from it. He could apply for
a job but instead he plays with his kite and sits on the bench. He
wants to be an aristocrat.
--You don't say.
--Yes, it is true. He thinks that all whores, laborers, and
professionals are slaves. He thinks that they all have petty lives.
--How would he gain such conclusions?
--Partly from me. Partly from the amphetamine-poppers under the
overpass. Partly from his own original thoughts. I am surprised to see
that he is half way intelligent.
--There isn't much chance of him being an aristocrat.
--No, none. He will soon be accosted.
--By whom?
--By a man desiring to have sex with him.
--Explain this approach.
--The same as any other I presume: hello, hello, how are you, I'm fine
and how are you. The man will be thinking to himself, while engaging in
small talk, that he'll put twenty dollars into Jatupon's underwear when
they are alone in his apartment. He will not have any doubts about
being able to buy him.