There once was a small group of small minded men who lived in a small town in a small country largely populated by physically small people.
They hung out in a small group and filled their days with small talk at a small bar on a small soi that had a large reputation for small boys for which they were willing to pay a small fortune.
Even but for a small time, the small minded men of the small soi relied on a small blue pill to make their smallness larger.
And make their small world seem not quite so small.
And all was good in their small lives.
There once was a small board run by a large man that had a small membership with a small area of interest, largely about small boys.
In a small amount of time, the small group of small minded men who lived in the same small town as the large man made up all but a small number of the small board’s small membership.
The small group of small minded men began posting small messages on the large man’s small board, filling up their small lives with even more small talk about small boys.
Though the small group of small minded men did have to be careful to read the large man’s small board’s small print to avoid causing a small problem and being banned for a small amount of time.
Which in their lives was no small matter.
But it was okay to make small talk about small boys on the small board.
The small minded men were just not allowed to say small things about the other members of the small board.
So the small group of small minded men didn’t sweat the small stuff.
And all was good in their small lives.
Then one day the large man made a small step at making a small change to his small board.
Putting his not so small foot down he declared: “No More small talk about the small fries!”
And it wasn’t a small wonder that the small group of small minded mens’ lives were shattered.
For the large man it was a small victory.
His decision about small talk about small boys allowed him to further impose his small beliefs on the small membership of his small board.
And all was good in his small life.
The small group of members of the small board who did not approve of the small talk about small boys said a small prayer of thanks for the large man’s decision.
They let out a small sigh of relief that they would no longer be guilty by association.
They were happy that they had escaped their large concern of spending time in a small jail cell.
And all was good in their lives.
Even if only for a small time.
The small group of small minded men cried, “Foul!”
To the small group of small minded men the decision to ban small talk about small boys was no small potatoes.
But the small group of small minded men had a small problem.
They talked big, but lived small.
“What shall we do?” the small group of small minded men cried in their small voices.
Because all was not good in their small lives.
So the small group of small minded men gathered to discuss their small problem about the large man.
The small group of small minded men decided that the large man was small-time.
The small group of small minded men decided that the large man’s decision could largely be ignored as the large man had left them a small loop-hole.
The small loop-hole allowed the small group of small minded men a small window of opportunity to keep on making small talk about small boys.
And the small group of small minded men began posting small messages on small threads about small boys that had not been posted to in a large amount of time.
And all was good in their small lives.
Again.
As the small group of small minded mens’ small plan took effect, the small threads of small talk about small boys grew large.
Soon the small board’s main page was again filled with small talk about small boys.
Which caused no small amount of grief to the large man.
But the large man had bigger fish to fry.
The large man had a small problem with a small man with large orange hair, a large ego, and a small command of the English language.
And the large man really didn’t see the problem with a small group of the small membership of his small board wanting to make small talk about small boys as long as it didn’t have a large impact on the small town’s largely bad reputation.
So the large man couldn’t be bothered to take the small step necessary to end the small group of small minded mens’ fun.
And all was good at the small bar on the small soi in the small town.
Again.
But then years later one of the small boys grew large.
And he had a large amount of anger about how the small minded men had treated him when he was a small boy.
His anger had a small fuse because of the disgusting things the small group of small minded men that hung out at the small bar on the small soi in his small town had forced him to do.
Just to put a small amount of food on his large family’s small table.
So he got together a small group of other large men who had once been small boys too.
The small band of men who had once been small boys all bought small caliber guns.
They were small men with small arms.
And a large grudge about a small matter.
One night, the small group of once small boys visited the small bar on the small soi in the small town and shot all of the small minded men who had failed to heed the small warning about messing with small boys.
And put an end to their small lives.
And all was good in the small town.
And in the small country.
And for the small boys.
Again.
Finit.
SA. said:
If this wasn’t so alarming it would be amusing. Very well written and informing of a horrible sub culture. One question – is the ending based on historical fact or is it just a possible anprobable outcome?
dropdeadguys said:
Well SA, fairy tales can come true . . .
Jim said:
What a wonderfull story,what a shame its true.
dropdeadguys said:
Thanks Jim, and yeah it is a shame.
Richard said:
Brilliant and poignant at the same time. Simply wow
dropdeadguys said:
Thank you Richard!
And thanks for taking the time to comment, too.
John said:
I’m not familiar enough with this topic to identify the people, places, and web sites to which you allude. And frankly, from what I can gather, that’s a very, very, very good thing.
dropdeadguys said:
Yes John, they say ignorance is bliss. In this case, it is a blessing.
jahnnie said:
I love the creative writing, what a shame if the ending is not true…
dropdeadguys said:
Thanks jahnnie. Shame real life doesn’t always have a happy ending, huh?
Smiles said:
I have a small problem. Two small ones in fact (no no, not THOSE two, I know you’re thinking).
The font is too small to be easily read, and add to that the background is black, which seems to make the small font that much smaller.
Now I know your heart is black, but does that mean your blog background should the same colour? Are so small-minded as to not take into consideration the degraded ~ one might say ‘small’ ~ eyesight of the old small men who are reading this … trying to that is.
Please DO something!! It’s a small thing, right?
(OK, back to the denigratin’)
dropdeadguys said:
Smiles, the problem isn’t the small print, dark background, or my black heart (and thanks for noticing). It’s that I’m lazy.
The theme is a pre-set option from wordpress; you don’t get to change font size or screen colors.
I like the black, for obvious reasons, but realize a larger font would be easy to read. That means I have to go through WordPress’ 2.5 million themes to find a more suitable one.
I’ve been putting that off, but now that you bitched I guess I’ll get off my ass and do it.
stay tuned.
christianpfc said:
If it’s a consolation to you (Smiles), you are not alone. I use increased font sizes here and on gayromeo for easier reading.
However I have simple solution: by pressing “Strg” + “+” you can increase the font size, and it stays that way when you open the page the next time. And “Strg” + “-” decreases the font size.
I hate changes, so please keep the blog as it is. The chage of style on SGT and baht-stop were two serious blows, if you change your blog in additon to that, I will need counselling.
But back to the story, which is great for reading, but is completely made out of thin air, a figment of your imagination, or is there a grain of truth? I recognize places and people, exept for the ending. Have you been abused during your childhood?
dropdeadguys said:
Sweet Chistian!
An excuse to procrasturbate longer about upgrading the blog. Thanks. And for the font reading trick, too.
All fairy tales, by definition, are make-believe.
And of course any similarity to actual people is unintended and coincidental.
But email me of you want names.
🙂
Abused as a child? Only in that my folks made me learn to read at the age of three.
christianpfc said:
I didn’t find your email on this blog.
dropdeadguys said:
I’d love to tell you it is there and have you spend hours trying to find it Christian, but you are correct. No email listed.
There is no 100% fool-proof way to post an email addy and not get tons of spam.
Most readers who want to connect via email do as you did and post a comment.
Though most post an email address that works so I can contact them
(hint, hint)