I’m no stranger to starving.
I did it in the nineties in San Francisco and Bangkok and the 2000s and 2010s both in Sydney, Perth, and Bangkok again.
It never gets easy.
I’m sure I’ve written about this before.
And I’m sure I’m going to write about it again.
Everyone goes through their ‘hunger’ period.
Mine was epic.
And now I’m paying for pills to lose weight.
I know, just doesn’t make sense, does it.
But it’s how it was.
I had lost my passport.
My lifeline to Commonwealth Coin had been cut off.
I was stranded.
I didn’t see it coming.
I was just too busy fucking Thai cunt.
Oh, juicy cunt at that.
And so accessible.
I bet you had to pay for every one of those fucks, said my conscious.
Smart ass.
But yes, and that’s where all my money went.
So having a passport and a hard copy of an airline ticket about to expire stolen, I couldn’t even raise funds to go to the Australian Embassy and Air Italia.
Very soon I'd be in the cradle of poverty, getting a good feeling how it was like to be on the other side of the tracks in these third world countries I had been visiting from 1994- 95, this time not as a tourist but as a vagabond.
A Vagabond at Large?
Yes, it's a doable title.
Let the hunger games begin, I thought, always one to rise to a challenge.
I had no idea it would take a decade to get enough cash to fly back to Australia.
Still as far as challenges go, I passed this one.
Now at my age, I’ve quit smoking and stopped wasting money on whores and flights to Asia.
Whoring and Asia, are the clues.
I’ve spunked my life savings into these honey pots.
Now I have money.
The only problem I have is scoring doromaniae.
One tablet is never enough after taking it for three months.
You need two, or three of those babies to get the same buzz you did when you took them at the beginning.
I roamed the streets.
Aimlessly, I roamed, looking for a fuck.
I was just one walking hard on.
I was skinnier than a ya ba addict from the slums of Kong Toey.
I even had the body of a Thai person.
Personally, when I looked in the mirror, images of Auschwitz and Dacau came to mind.
The women fucking loved it.
I was one of them.
What they didn’t know was that I was the only farang starving in the kingdom.
