She stares at me with squinted eyes, pounding her cocktail straw up and down, up and down, like she’s delivering a tiny handjob. “So where are your friends? Are you here alone or something?” She asks. “My friends,” I say, waving my hand dismissively in the air, “are over there.” She laughs, and I know…
Travel is stimulating because you perceive things from an open perspective. Like a six year old who engorged his Daddy’s magic mushroom stash, everything is fresh, exciting, absurd and foreign. Aspiring Casanovas often feel judged, “What if they see/hear me?” and that’s not full gangster, not at all. Travellers are aware that if their actions…
I’m not sure about the average white guys experience in Thailand, I’m not even sure about my own experience because I’ve slept four hours in the last fourty eight. However, Thai women stare and smile at me constantly, and laugh and giggle at everything I say. Even if it’s weaksauce like, “I’m retarded from Jetlag.”…
I’ve coached about a hundred men now and I’ve noticed recurring and universal patterns in their behaviour We’re all similar, yet the majority of us feel separate and unique, like the human experience hasn’t been played out a billion times. Nope, you’re special. Nobody has ever gone through what you’re going through. When a student has a certain issue with…
I’m trying to write but these old hens are sitting here clucking about how Suzy has been, “Strutting around in her new three-hundred dollar shoes,” and, “Those tables were very poorly set and didn’t we drive such a long way to get there?” The wonder and horror of what we may become and what we…