I recently had the pleasure of playing and touring with an Australian outfit Called Godswounds.

Sometimes a particular place will have inherit prerequisite activities. For instance if you visit Paris you would most likely try and go to the Eiffel tower, or if you go to Vegas you would try and see a Vegas Show and show girls, Hollywood: the sign etc.. you get the idea.
In Bangkok it is the magic pussy show.

The next month is mostly a blur, as I spent more and more time getting high and partying with my so-called friends. As long as I had tons of high quality cheap drugs they loved me, when I ran low or was out of stock they seemed to disappear.

I am a magnet for depravity.
Some people desperately seek it and find only mediocrity; I on the other hand seem to stumble across it unfailingly.

The following weekend when I arrived at work, Lloyd was standing in front of the elevator door talking on his cell phone. The tone of his voice and the wild gesticulations told me that he was not a happy man. As I walked past him he put his hand on my shoulder and held me back indicating he wanted me to wait.