I am a feeling a bit down right now because this morning while out on my daily exercise routine I came across a dead man.
His poor little life snuffed out barely before it began, only bones left now, skin and flesh stripped away by the passing traffic of tuk tuks and buffaloes.
I wonder what he would have become if he had been given a chance? maybe a famous traveling documentary maker like Scampy or a trendy yuppie like Sabang, or maybe just a plonker like KW.
Dunno, too late for him now so I carefully wrapped his remains in a tissue I keep with me in case of an overly wet fart while out walking, and took him home.
Tonite when my children come home from school we will give him a proper burial and then celebrate his short life by drinking Leo until I am pissed enough to dull the pain of his memory.
RIP Little dead man.