Way back in the day I was really enamored with all this society bullshit, this pushing and pulling, this tugging to reach higher plateaus of existence, schmoozing and smooching the stars and shagging random married women at film festivals; ah, it was the life, sipping champagne and smothering myself between the knockers of some so-and-so that you’d see in the gossip papers a few days later. I had the tux, I had the Bentley, I had the chateau by the sea where I flew my helicopter. It was all there, folks, some kind of high living as they called it, though after some years it made me want to puke, so I burned it all down and threw away the key. (more…)

Back in the day there was a guy called Chad, and also a country, somewhere down there in the dirty sands of Africa, where a bunch of those little kiddies ran around playing and screaming and falling over stuff and sometimes even picking up guns to kill each other - (more…)

It’s happened to all of us at one time, I suppose, stuck in a musty Bangkok sex club with numerous young girls all ogling at your overweight belly under a sweaty t-shirt, you feeling like the man you are, all three hundred pounds, the sex king of the street, or at least your table; yes, there may be other German types there looking for young boys, or various other sleazebags into sick things like underage youths, but you’re different - (more…)

It’s one of those things that always lingers in the back of your head when you’re at the city park, or grabbing a falafel from the hot dog stand, or waiting in line for the underground train. Or stuck at the travel agent’s office trying to secure some ultra-lame seats at the back of the aircraft with the screaming kids to… anywhere, since you forgot to book your tickets far in advance enough to decide where you wanted to go. (more…)