“Oh yes, I know you have friends here too, but it’s not the same thing. We’re all from different towns, from different social levels. We’re friends just because we’re all the same thing – planters, assistants. It’s like prisoners or exiles. We drink together, we have fun, and that’s all.”
-- referring to the Dutch of the rubber plantation community in East Sumatra, Indonesia in the 1920’s. Taken from Graham Saunders’ book, Tropical Interludes: European Life and Society in South-East Asia.
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Well, some things never change. Ex-pats are still thrown together and find nothing more exciting than getting shit-faced. This reminded me of the most shit-faced of them all, Psycho Dan.*
You know, in my blog about psychopathic ex-pats, I had originally written an example of a teacher we had in our school who was the most fucked up ex-pat to date (his drug taking and booze swilling ways catapulted him to super-asshole status). Psycho Dan. I had hoped, as I’d heard, that he’d left the country (psycho ex-pats like this always end up moving to a new country to deposit some more of their human pollution), but no! He has returned again, like a bad (is there a good?) case of herpes.
Seems that Psycho Dan came to the house of a friend of mine, who lives just down the street from me. He repeatedly rang the friend’s doorbell. After no answer, (meaning of course, the people are not home or asleep!), he climbed the stone fence surrounding the house (complete with barbed wire), and jumped inside. Luckily, the friend had a protective dog inside those walls, who immediately went after Psycho Dan. Psycho Dan, armed with his shirt wrapped around his arm and a mop, (and apparently a good deal of drugs and alcohol in his system), was fending off the dog and screaming to the friend to punish his dog. Seeing as how the dog had done its job and kept Psycho Dan from entering the house (WHY did he enter if he thought no one was home?!), the friend gave his good dog a hot dog for reward. Though this behavior alarmed me, it didn't totally surprise me. An extreme example, but still an example of some of the ex-pats here. It’s not Thais that would make me want to leave Thailand, it’s the ex-pats! My social community. Eegad. Anyway, moving on….
* I'm not changing his name to protect the innocent (*laugh scoff*), but to protect myself from this true psycho.
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