The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
I booked for 30 minutes but only lasted 12 minutes.
After my last attempt to find a great bar starting with J with only apathy and disappointment as a result, I had a three-month hiatus where I couldn’t possibly commit my words to paper (or WordPress).
During this time I made a very short stop in the land of the rising sun.
Well. Fuck. Me.
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…and comes out a monger.
I want to talk about the first time. Because this was the moment, maybe the lightning bolt that opened up my mind (much like LSD) to the possibilities of the pleasures of the flesh. I was a young man, not much more than 20 years old and had just moved to the big city. [In retrospect the city wasn’t that big after all considering the populations of the places I frequent now.]