…I climb up and sit on the throne. Looking down on the cave floor below, I can imagine the people who lived here a hundred thousand years ago. Jessy clambers up and sits beside me. ‘Your highness’ she greets me, with a sardonic smile. ‘Doctor.’ We kiss on the throne. It is intensely erotic… I…
“…we will fight to save this place. The army came during the curfew time and wanted us to close. We told them no way…” The Joy Bar, the last of Krabi’s once numerous live folk bars, is going to be forced to close it’s doors, on the 16th of this month, June 2014. This day…
…I’m fifty feet up in the air, thinking, well, this isn’t gonna end well. I hear the loose coil sliding along the steel edges, and I look over me shoulder, and it’s coming straight at me. It must have hit me, but I don’t remember that. The next thing I remember is being eight or…
…There was a woman on my mind. Of course there was. She’d given me an ultimatum; give me what I want, or leave me alone. I loved her. I wanted to make her love me too, but I seemed to be unable to reach her. I sat on the muddy ground under the lush forest…
…I log into the Facebook event page. Top of the wall I see a message from the organiser: don’t come to the party! “The police have come and thrown everyone out of the forest. I have been hit with a big fine. I spent last night in jail. Sorry everyone, party’s off…” I rock up…
…the town has become a bit of a pilgrimage for pot heads in the last ten years, because the hill country is full of huge marijuana crops… I ride into Chefchaouen with a sporty gent in his elegant ’70s Merc’ coupe. The steady climb up the mountain roads makes me alternately sleepy and dizzy, but…
Confest is outrageous. I’ve been to three now, and I go every chance I get. What is it? It’s a festival. It’s a party. It’s a love-in. It’s a new age spiritual pilgrimage…
…Around 1am Brad is deep into a morbid soliloquy about how much he hates his brother, who he claims is an arsonist. He is having conversations with himself, speaking both for himself and his brother, and grappling with his brothers imaginary throat… It’s winter (southern hemisphere) of 2009. Nia (now my wife, then my…
…The driver still has the joint in his hand! He is holding it just below the edge of the window, so the cop can’t see it, but the smoke is curling up around his face, and the cab stinks like bong water in carpet. ‘I am going to prison’ I think to myself… …
I feel like I am about to vomit. I feel faint, feel like my body is getting smaller, like I am leaving myself and spiraling down…
“…I froze. Sitting in the shade beside a gumtree only a dozen metres from where I was, there was a bloke wearing a camo jumper, with an Uzi in his lap. I backed up real slow and walked back to the house..” Hitching north from Bairnsdale, I was picked up by a friendly bloke…