* Redolent with warmth, dripping with message, confronted, shadowed, he was shocked when Baw number 2, that lyrically handsome boy with which they formed the gang of three and went hunting through the Bangkok nights, through the clubs, the Kareoke bars, the brothels, only coming out at night, only passing down streets on their terms, shocked when he showed up at the front of the upmarket apartment block he had discursively, inconsequentially, oddly made his home.