Not everything opens and shuts in paradise. That can bring me towards the question… does everything have to enter and exit in paradise? And what is paradise anyway? The phrase paradise is: “paradise” or “condition of bliss”. I had been inside a heavenly condition of bliss once the window fell from the wall one morning in paradise.

After injuring myself on the Benny Blueberry, I believe a fractured rib, I headed out on my own during the last Pad Thai at P.P Coffee shop. Three Singha beers later and that i would be a bit past tipsy and located myself playing a game title of Jenga having a “ladyboy”.

Joy’s story would be a tragic one and involved her getting her heart damaged by an Australian boy (I figured his nationality was most likely interchangeable based on who had been listening). She created a photograph album which documented Joy’s existence from an uncomfortable young boy, for an effeminate teen, towards the star of the cabaret show in Phuket. Her exposure to the Australian ended disastrously after 4 years. She was heartbroken so left Phuket for Phi Phi, where she’s now a wasted talent like a waitress inside a coffee shop.

Entertained enough, I returned to my room situated over a shop. The store was operated by an seniors couple. I’d yet another beer using the old man and attempted conversation however the only factor we understood was “beer”. I finished my brew and rose the steps to my room but was stopped through the old man. He pointed at themself, then at me, then to his bed room door. I declined graciously. He attempted again however with another approach. He pointed at me, themself, after which my room. I declined under graciously the 2nd some time and headed to my room, alone, wondering exactly what a 70 years old pot-bellied Thai man having a mole (filled with four inch lengthy whiskers) thought I saw in him.

The following morning I had been greater than wanting to leave. I never used your window formerly for anxiety about bug bites coupled with were able to survive with minimal ventilation. However this morning I made the decision to spread out up and capture one further glimpse within the turquoise waters and also the raw limestone coves. When I slid your window check your grip from the handle tucked from the fingertips and also the couple within the adjacent room woke up to some loud crash around the tin roof from the building nearby. My window had fallen clean from the wall.

Sherri McClary