Just watched Goodfellas for the umpteenth time a few nights ago and I couldn't but help notice the similarities between the Sicilian mob and this plastic bunch of no hopers here in Issan who reckon they're a bit woo, a bit way and a bit tasty cos they bought a gun from their mate for the price of a of a packet of cheap smokes. The fucking things probably fire off caps or ball bearings but they love a bit of gun waving and toting some of this lot..makes them think their bollocks are adult sized and stuff..
Anyway, this is what Goodfellas would sound like in Issan: (In a nutshell of course)
To me, being a part-time unskilled labourer with a serious alcohol and Yabba addiction was better than being the Prime Minister of Thailand.
Even before I picked my first bunch of bananas, helping out Old Uncle Knobstain for an after school job, I knew that this was the vocation for me.
It was in a ditch by the side of the road clutching an empty lau kau bottle after walking off the job completely fucking wankered, that I knew I belonged.
To me, it meant being somebody in a neighbour full of people doing exactly the same thing.
They weren't like anyone else, they did whatever they wanted. (Didn't even need to change that part)
They parked their tractors in the middle of the road and the police didn't seem to give a shit, mainly because there weren't any fucking police within a 50 mile radius.
One day...one day, some neighbourhood kids carried my mother-in-law's stinking, rotten, plastic bags full of filth all the way home.
Know why?
Cos I gave the little fuckers 100 bt to do so, no fucker does anything for free round here..