Why not?

Alright before I get in to this post I need to get something out of the way, Asia come in and take a seat we need to talk. You should never be able to pour coffee into a cup of hot water and stir it in, that's called hot chocolate. Finding a cup of brewed coffee was near impossible, I respect that a lot of places offer Americanos but Jesus somebody has gotta step up and have some actual brewed coffee. I digress, I recently traveled to Thailand and wanted to collect my thoughts on the experience here and I dunno maybe some humans will read it. What a gorgeous country Thailand is. I first arrived to Bangkok which is a gigantic sprawling city even more so than Los Angeles which is saying something. My first goal when getting off the plane was getting  Pad Thai and ohhhh boy did I get some. I literally ate it every single day, I mean for even the most simple Pad Thai in Los Angeles it'll run you at least ten bucks(besides one very questionable place I know of in Macarthur Park) but here I could get a heaping pile of delicious noodles for under 2$. Another hilarious thing is Thai restaurants have the most ambitious menus I've ever seen, I saw one menu that had 35 pages and a fucking table of contents just in case you get lost.Thailand gets lots of westerners so you have the typical street vendors whom all have very flexible prices and similar merchandise(elephant necklaces, bracelets, shit like that). Now one of the first places we went was a place called Nana plaza, dear god. If I could sum this place up in one word it would be...... prostitution. Quite literally hundreds of prostitutes in a couple block radius, women and ladyboys alike. You are being yelled at to come into bars left and right, people grabbing your arm,  with enough money you could  kind of do whatever you want in this place(kind of like westworld without the murdering). I feel as if you have to kind of not take Nana plaza too seriously or it will just bum you out.I also tried to keep in mind that prositution is different here and doesn't carry the stigma that it does in other places. Outside of that place, Bangkok is busy and overwhelming and made LA feel like a quiet suburb.  I was in Bangkok twice during this trip, we were only here for a couple days before we headed south and we returned for the last couple days before flying out. We'll get back to Bangkok now lets talk about southern Thailand an island called Koh Lanta.

We went during the raining season so at times it sort of felt deserted which I was all about after spending a couple days in Bangkok. Little family run restaurants with the same menus the size of a small novel packed full of all different kinds of food. Lots of small rasta bars with posters of Bob Marley and Che Guevara with little pillows to sit on that felt like someones house because the people who own the place actually do live there. It didn't really feel too touristy I felt more as a guest in someones home rather than a customer at a hotel. Laws don't really exist here I don't think I saw a cop once. You could walk right up to the bar order a beer, a joint and some mushrooms if you so desire. Here every time someone would try to sell you something they would say "Why Not" which is actually harder to respond to than you would think. Two words could not describe a place better, I mean think you'e a decaying piece of organic matter trapped inside of a world you don't understand constantly being crushed by the pressure of a cruel curse called consciousness sooooo why not do some stupid shit take your mind off of it for awhile. It was so easy to lose track of time here and really it didn't matter no one really has anywhere to be. We all splurged on a nice villa and spent our time here playing cards avoiding rain and sitting at rasta bars and honestly Id totally recommend it. Being a tourist is much cooler when there aren't a million of you. so if you're every in Thailand during the raining season grab some people you really like go to Koh Lanta and chill. Now onto the third part of our trip and my favorite part by far, Railay Beach.

Now despite me calling it an island 7 million times it is in fact not an island but certainly feels like one. we got on a very tiny boat and crossed  through some extremely blue choppy water surrounded by cool rock forms. This place really only exists for tourists, the whole place was centered around tourism. The beach was right in between two big landmasses which were very popular for insane people to come rock climb. Once again I'm so happy we went during the raining season as it was calm and not crazy busy. of course the curse of instant coffee was heavy on this place but there were lots of delicious Thai pancakes in all flavors ( especially banana Nutella, oh fuck yeah).Plenty of similar Rasta bars where time stops and nothing really seems to matter. I don't think I saw one police officer or any real need for one, there seemed to be no laws but everything was peaceful and ran smoothly.Once again the catch phrase of my trip resurfaces, why not?Most things you are offered are followed with this but it was used more as a statement than an actual question which is a cool way of thinking of it. I don't think it was meant to be taken as deep as I took it and this should also be treaded upon lightly but fuck it go to Thailand or go somewhere you've always wanted to go. The beauty of it is the answer to the question doesn't matter, don't think of it in that sense, think of it as a shield against the nagging little voice that tells you that you can't, or that you don't have enough money or you aren't good enough.Bangkok could very well be the entrance to hell BUT it has it's own vibe it's kind of like a flaming car accident you can't turn your eyes away from. Or like a piece of cake with all of your guilty pleasures baked in.If you're uptight conservative or judgmental  Bangkok will shake that shit out of you reeeeeal fast. Outside of Bangkok, Thailand is a beautiful place I really only got to scratch the surface of, my next trip there I want to venture up North and see more of the beautiful nature the country has to offer (and maybe wash an elephant or something). Also now that I'm back I will be relocating focusing more on playing live shows and continuing to spread the gospel of Old Major. In closing, do what you want, think about things less. I leave you with these two powerful and beautiful words, Why not.

P.S Monkeys are dicks.