Famous Street

The Bangkok Memorial Hospital is a locked blue padded room basement; the water drops in rainfall made him think.

"It is not me drop after drop it is not me."

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro thinking about Lithuanian proverb water drop after drop breaks the rock.

Him losing his bald head to the narcotics and him refusing drugs treatment.

He was on his knees facing his floor mattress in a white yukata design kimono gown. Him holding his arms on his head.

"It is not me, it is not me, it is not me! Ahhh I cannot take it."

His fist slaps his white cloth over his floor mattress. It was lucky for him to see a small hole in the wall shine over his face in the daylight ray. It was the greatest weather to live in the hospital basement to avoid day time heat under the ground.

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro thinking he cannot help himself by stabbing a first aid paramedic for him dropping his injured fluffy toy.

"I took this scalper and no matter what, I will keep on stabbing my fatally injured friend I was working with for the past six months."

He kept on talking.

His dreams were to set himself free from all the worries in his life and snore white line pang of guilt once more to his full heart's content. "Yeh it feels great to snore this possy sniff." He licks his lips.

He had his rice bowl to spit back his insides, feeding his rice in his back side rather than eating past his mouth.

Mr Gintaro screams! "I want my white lines off the parsnip."

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro dancing side to side of his long love striptease swaying to nurses.

Him smiling out of his beard for a show to female nurses observing and monitoring his behaviour.

She closes his hatch and leaves and he screams. "Fock it!"

He waves round his fist and continues an excessive exercise dance marathon. "Hey everybody, let's have a good time!" Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro screams to the walls.

His experience did not mean wisdom. He changed.

From the white powder he had in his mouth, the kratom he tasted did not work.

The wild pick mushrooms did not work from professional disease.

Bangkok oriental city did offer him an opportunity working for Lucinda Sarka. He signed an agreement in Klaipeda. It was called Meme Town.

The drugs and women were his medicine.

The Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia it was her major operations office. The director office of her cartel.

Her father's experience of logistics and her mother's political flair allowed her undetected to slime past laws providing the European continent the much needed fresh cut children organs.

Her choice of business registration office and her operational theatre surgery in Bangkok in a busy oriental city hid perfect shadows to hide the truth.

The narcotics smuggler did a great job using young and in good health children to smuggle them in themselves carrying narcotics past border post control of Laos.

They never knew they were sold from home to hard labour and be a live combat machine gun fire shield to reach underground prison.

The time they had to suffer in cages for Lucinda Sarka fake promises to their families for a roll of cash and a bright future.

They walked day and night to reach the water supply transporter outside the borders.

A poor victims walked in a bamboo straws made shift backpacks with straps holding on their shoulder the black bags of drugs.

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro did made a first sample tastes. It was like a vine sampling business for him outside his sex venues.

The Meme Town snore did not care about the futures of where the product visit nor had his mind function from the drugs he took to smile and wave under the towel driving and partying from work in his sports car.

His sensations narrow his mind to burry in sex and orgasmic orgy he spilled his milk over office workers to catpure the cameras.

The very strokes fell great, the adrenaline from work made him live a moment. A professional code of conduct did make him strict never to love and only his pay in dollars from Kuala Lumpur Bank.

The love of first sight is a pile of cash. His mind spoke.

The barber shaving his head razor sharp clean, the beard trimming, the war paint for his cameras to lightning his eyes.

His gym weight lifting on piles of steroids. He knew the yellow pill is a British Dragon, an athletic fine muscle definition, the supermen injection in his butt from a good morning shower had his hormones steaming in manliness.

His mind never forgot to take the evening blue drug for blood circulation, sex and love with a powerful anabol pill.

It was a golden rule to have it melt under his tongue. The way to consume it.

The nurses bring soft sedatives. He must take it for a review before the doctor.

His brown hair is growing round his bald scalp. The beard is dry and his body smells in a heavy sweat, the dandruff is over his skin.

His nails are as long as his blind gaze. The walls in his blue padded cell are stinking in faeces and rice mix of his dirty protest. "You focking bring me my paracetamol, the white powder or I will not stop stepping side to side until you have my lap dance."

The nurse opens his steel door hatch for him to push the tray back over with a plastic cup of water and he grinds his yellow teeth clearly to see within bleeding signs of decay.

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"His history?"

"We have no knowledge outside of him arriving one week without passport or driving license to bring in his fluffy toy for a surgery before he turns violent with a surgeon scalper from the emergency tray."

"I will see him."

"We will have our male nurses to strap his arms back because he refuses to dress. He dances naked from side to side."

"Do not forget to throw a blank over him."

"Yes doctor."

The nurse walks out of the patients seeing room on the ground floor to dial a messenger request for a couple male nurses to have him ready.

The glass office doors and a triple stool in the middle of an office desk provided plenty of comfort for a head doctor to see his emergency patients and learn about them.

^.^

"Hmhmhmhm."

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro strepping to sides on his finger toes not keeping his eyes away from his steel door hatch. He was planning to be ready.

"One, two, three, four possy boots. I am ready."

His love piece swayed to the sides.

^.^

"Oh gosh, this Caucasian male is full of energy and spent the whole week planning his dirty tricks for us."

"Yes he might be such a male."

Two Bangkok Memorial nurses walk in nurses office waiting for two nurses to replace their shift.

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His escape never made sense for us to think. He pumped tight muscles up.

He made a good dancing routine, he did manage to kick steel hinges of concrete walls, not sleeping all week, smiling and observing concrete crumbling.

The doors will not last forever and he knows he will not need nurses keys.

His mind was ready. He knew tonight was the meeting of his organisation and he only needed to run to meet his invitation for them to hide him.

Two male nurses walk. They knock before they open the hatch.

"My friend you have this clean white blanket on or we walk in anyway."

"I am happy you finally showed up for my lap dance."

Him not stopping practicing his striptease routine they walk in.

They grab on his arms.

"Hey! What the fock are you doing?"

They all are smiling and laughing at him not resisting his arm lock as he looks to the sides.

It is finally his arms strapped on electric cables strip wire.

He stops jumping around.

They place on white blanket and escort his endeavours to the corridor leading to a steel bar gate on a cold concrete floor past warm concrete basement doors leading him to a day care clinic.

His wrists are not feeling comfortable tensing the wire leading him two male nurses on his elbows to his doctor's cabinet.

Mr Gintaro walks and the door is locked for him to sit and see a young doctor with two nurses holding their hands on their backs, feet wide apart for an army pose.

They stand close to their doctor for strength and power.

"You are here to show me how you dance?"

Gandonas Gintautas Gintaro is piercing his gaze past the eyes of his dazed iris.

The doctor waits for his reply.

"Have you brushed your tongue with the spoon?"

He shows him his tongue out googling his mouth far reaching.

"You take the spoon and brush it like this."

Doctor uses his hand to portray his mouth open, twisting his arm to his mouth how a patient should rub it clean.

"We are here to see you well and to ask you why you drove here with your fluffy toy to grab a surgeon scalper and threaten us in our hospital."

The Psychiatrist continues his conversation.