They destroyed Walking Street, I loved the freak show carnival, the Sodom and Gomorrah without the violence + cruelty, definitely the place to be for a guy like me at that stage in life, even getting up on the bar and dancing between poles with the strippers who didn't get mad - instead they made room. I had a very cute girl with me - not a working girl but a lovely young Thai lady (who later told me she was a lady-boy though I think she may have been playing with me - that was all the female I need - I didn't get close enough to verify one way or the other) she was enjoying the show and as I was cuddling her I was eyeing and ping-pong balling another, like I died and found myself in Heaven. Only a slight exaggeration. But now? What is it supposed to be? A rock'n roll Disneyland? Who needs that? And the overactive cops setting up road blocks and pulling over everyone, they shook me down for 20,000 baht claiming I blew a "seven" when the legal limit is two. Really? A seven? I had two drinks in about two hours so they smelled it - which apparently that - and guns and badges was all it takes. Worse part is adding the insult to injury, handing me back my keys as soon as I paid the "fine" - as if my alcohol level, a half hour later suddenly didn't matter.