You’ve probably heard of a dead guy named Seneca: a Roman Philosopher and Stoic who lived from 4 BC – 65 AD. The man wrote like thirteen books, got super famous, amassed millions in Roman bux, banged loads of groupies—only to be ordered to suicide by his student, the hyper-Sadist, Emperor Nero—for his supposed involvement…
Previously: Part 1 We walked up the street to the bar. As we went through the door I placed my hand on her lower back and she didn’t seem to mind. She went to the bar and bought me a drink, refusing my offer to pay. When we sat I pressed my leg against hers,…
The tourist bus dropped us off two miles from the dock at in Ao Nang, a beach town in the south of Thailand. It was hot, but we didn’t mind lugging our backpacks since they were minimalist, small, lightweight. And that’s part of travelling anyway: dealing with unexpected situations. So instead of catching a tuk-tuk…