My wife called from Thailand. She had crashed the bike and needed money. I told her that I'd sent some in the morning. It wasn't quick enough and she started crying about having married an artist."I'm not an artist. I''m a failed writer."
Artists are just as poor in Thailand as they are in the USA, unless you're a big star and I'm not even a 40 watt lightbulb.
Of course I didn't tell her anything about my 'mia noi' or second wife.
That 'nah sia' or loss of face would have sealed her opinion about artists.
Sometimes the best truth is the one you never say.
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