“Hey, how long do you think it’ll take me to smash that book out? Just so I can get it back to you before I…
“Fuck this stupid ass machine.” My feet sloppily kicked a rusty old Marlboro cigarette dispenser as I muttered under beer-drenched breath. By then, I had…
After hours cruising along the lone highway with nothing but my own thoughts, the bustling city centres that loom beyond exit signs seem ironically uninviting….
I can’t even show you the CD. Why? Because I threw that five-track motherfucker straight into the Chao Phraya River, Bangkok’s crystal clear aquatic thoroughfare….
“Prost!” Our steins clunk; beer spills over the side and splashes onto my cheap 50-euro dirndl — but I’m too sloppy to notice. It’s Oktoberfest…
