...my story (I have two of them) is not for "me too" folks, men or women, nor is it to an average Bangkok sex tourist (I imagine many of them are not too literate, and my story does not offer voluptuous sex scenes, though there may be one of them there of course).

So what is left? Those people who understand the rich language, and strange allegories (I still remember the German woman who said that the black city was one of the best allegories she had ever heard, and later two persons have said they are splendid and really deep).

What can I do if the main figure is a drunk and a sex tourist, and between the lines dreaming about little girls?

And the second story is no better. There is two main characters, a man and a woman, neighbors, both loners and drunks and debauchees, and a big mirror between them in the toilet, a mirror that... One by one... but I don't want to tell it beforehand.

In all these stories the main characters must be drunks. Otherwise the stories do not work.

What can I do if the only life I know is drinking and trying to be sober? Even now I am a little drunk. The last time was 2 months ago, I drank only two days... I try to stop this again after tomorrow. Then it would be almost normal.

My German friend, a feminist, says that never mind, Henry Miller was also a... no, I don't continue my sentence, I don't compare myself with anyone. Now I decided that I will print my stories, send them to her. She hates computers, does not want to read anything on the screen...

I will ask her opinion too because she is a feminist.