Home of the angels
(Part 2)

-a Harry Fox story

"Number 69 was doing her thing. A couple of black'n heavy Army boys hollered and couldn't believe what they saw."

 
Angels do have wings

Extasy makes a point out of having a cool Aircon and a deep, powerful PA system. Which suited me fine, because Uan and I were actually able to speak to each other through the bump and grind of the loudspeakers. This is a thing I noticed about the Extasy since my first visit about ten zillion years ago. They crank up the bass, but not the drilling squeech of the treble units. Which makes the music a physical sensation instead of a pain in the ear. Maybe they should change their motto to:

"When you slip into Extasy you know your ears will survive!"

-You are an angel, I said. The bible says angels are messengers. That's why they have things great wings, you know. The fly back and forth, bringing messages from God to his people.
Uan looked at me in awe.
-They really have wings…? she whispered.
-Yes, they really have wings. And they shelter you with those great wings in order to let no harm come to you.
-Do Thai people have angels too?
-No, I said Thai girls are angels. You are an angel. That is why farangs come here and spent their money on you - to be kissed by an angel.
-But I no have wings! Uan exclaimed.
-Yes, you do! You just can't see them. Only human beings can see the wings of an angel.
Uan laughed and revealed two perfect rows of shiny teeth.
-You joking me!
She gave me a slap on the back.
-You joking me! Mai mee engell ging ging!
She was wrong, you know. There are angels. And Uan was one - to me she was, at last.

Stairway to heaven

I didn't really want to sit in Extasy, talking about angels all night. I had dirtier things in mind. Angel or no angel, I had seen Uan rock her raccoons up there at the Cowboy place. So I grabbed her little hand and dragged her down bustling Soi Bangla. Down Soi Eric - helloh, where you goh!

On your way to Flash a Go Go you have to pass the Scylla and Charybdis of Patong. Two hundred lovely ladies, yelling, reaching, grabbing. A few just sitting, building castles out of dreams.

To tell you the truth, running the gauntlet through Soi Eric up to Flash A Go Go is one of the good parts. No man can say it doesn't do anything for his manhood walking down an alley full of beautiful ladies crying out for him and not be lying. Normally it is kind of difficult to find excuses for not sitting down with a girl that woo you that much. But Soi Eric is different. You can point straight ahead and say
-Flash A Go Go and they'll understand.
Another good part is the staircase leading up to Flash. Two people can hardly pass. It is narrow; it is steep and looks like something out of the 60's Brooklyn.
-Jacob's ladder.
-What? said Uan.
-Stairway to heaven, sweetie. Home of the angels.

Time flies

At the door this quaint sign "No outside beers". I took my outside beer inside once. But that wasn't what it meant.
A lovely lady in underpants is opening the door. Her welcoming smile hovers way over your head, because you are still standing on this steep stairs.
Once inside I occupied my favorite chair at the back, right next to the ladies "dressing room". Which is not a dressing room, but only the small corner next to the loudspeaker. Uan the angel sat down by my side and struck her favorite pose: hand under chin, eyes wide open, gazing at the girls.

Now we were talking! Fox felt like a fish in water - or rather in a burrow. Slip into Flash and you know you're in for a good time. I ordered Jack Daniel's and a beer to chase it with.
Number 69 was doing her thing. A couple of black'n heavy Army boys hollered and couldn't believe what they saw.
-Man, I heard one of them say, if she can do that with a cigarette, what couldn't she do with my (beep)!

Have you ever noticed how fast time flies when you sit and drink Jack Daniel's and beer in Flash A Go Go? I had been so absorbed, first by Number 69 and her cigarette, then by Number 112 and her incredibly small tanga and since by my old friend Lek, who cried my name out loud when she saw me.

She had come back to town from a long stay in Nakhon Nowhere with her mother, her sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, wives and water buffaloes. Later, when I found her sitting on my lap I noticed that Uan the angel had disappeared. But I didn't worry. That is just the thing about angels, you see, they come and go according to their own laws and logistics. Maybe she had gotten a call from somebody who needed a lean angel with two perfect rows of shining teeth even more urgent than me. I just hoped it wasn't Steve.

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