What doesn’t kill you… I was on the bus from Pnom Penh to Siem Reap Cambodia when I felt it; a slight gurgling followed by a cramp. I hoped it wasn’t third world food poisoning. I’d read stories about tourist busses driven by mad men across foreign terrains. Adventure travel gone horror travel. And here…
I don’t have real angst Not like war torn rape victims HIV riddled convenience store beggars Sex scandal politicians Unemployed ex famous actors Tiny dicked black men But I have worries Not like alcoholic test pilots Balding hairdressers Broke poker gurus Angry life coaches And your perpetually single, single mother Life…
I’m Rich. The average Cambodian worker lives on $100 a month. My budget for Se Asia is $2000 a month. Tonight I’m sleeping in a non-air conditioned room with a shared shower for $6 a night. A pitcher of beer costs $4, an omelette with veggies and a baguette costs $3.50. An all day boat cruise…
There’s no easy way, yet it’s terribly easy. You will hurt her feelings but it’s ok, because she can find a date on her worst day with less effort than you can on your best. You might not see them, but they’re there, the bastards, hanging from the rafters, dicks in hand, ready to leap…
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…