* The cyclone began early and ended late, held together by string; already muffled, these challenges were upon him now. He passed through the airport as if he traveled from Thailand to Cambodia every day of the week. Oh how distinct, how truly wonderful, were once furtive fumblings and ill conceived intent; fermenting acros years into a blatant, draping misery. So we weren't that beautiful anymore? So the warm afterglow of companionship - there aren't many frustrated western men in Thailand - then, too, dismal longings could only be kept at bay for so long before the chaos began again. He crossed into the heart of darkness and it began immediately. His daughter was in tears at the airport, when you are coming home, when are you coming home? I hate stinking Asia; I just want to be at home with you. It wasn't a time of my choosing; I nearly had a heart attack; he tried to explain. Whatever, she said, in that way only teenage girls can, and began the mantra all over again: when are you coming home? He didn't care if he never went home. Where else could you do the things he did? Where else in the world was there a place such as this; boom time in every sense.
The Cyclone Began Early
The Cyclone Began Early
The Cyclone Began Early
* The cyclone began early and ended late, held together by string; already muffled, these challenges were upon him now. He passed through the airport as if he traveled from Thailand to Cambodia every day of the week. Oh how distinct, how truly wonderful, were once furtive fumblings and ill conceived intent; fermenting acros years into a blatant, draping misery. So we weren't that beautiful anymore? So the warm afterglow of companionship - there aren't many frustrated western men in Thailand - then, too, dismal longings could only be kept at bay for so long before the chaos began again. He crossed into the heart of darkness and it began immediately. His daughter was in tears at the airport, when you are coming home, when are you coming home? I hate stinking Asia; I just want to be at home with you. It wasn't a time of my choosing; I nearly had a heart attack; he tried to explain. Whatever, she said, in that way only teenage girls can, and began the mantra all over again: when are you coming home? He didn't care if he never went home. Where else could you do the things he did? Where else in the world was there a place such as this; boom time in every sense.