We were in a Grateful Dead, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Pearl Jam and basketball phase. We smoked weed, wore tie-dye shirts AND balled. And we balled hard, harboring hoop dreams, grandiose aspirations of being the next Big Bill Walton, Larry Bird, Chris Mullen, Luc Longley… or maybe Kurt Rambis… We were trashy…

The streets were empty. Save for the motorbikes. Swarms of motorbikes had replaced the people. Swarms of motorbikes driving themselves. Thousands of motorbikes screaming, engines churning, gears grinding, the bikes buzzing louder than a thousand swarms of hornets. Motorbikes, alive on the sidewalks, careening, curving through crosswalks. Motorbikes shooting from…

“Don’t tell me your name. Don’t try to shake my hand.” “Here are the rules: You do not speak to me unless you are spoken to.” “You’re not getting an autograph. You’re not getting a picture with me… I know you’re expecting a tip, but you’re not getting one. The…

“You know Ari never had a full-time job.” “His partner said that a lot of people thought Ari was a rich man.” “People thought Ari was rich because he was Jewish, and his father owned properties. But his father wasn’t hedge fund manager rich.” “And his father didn’t leave any…

Coronavirus, COVID-19 Sars2 the “Wu Flu” Patient Zero who are you? where are you? and how did you catch the monster? Did you catch it from a bat? a civet cat? from a lab? A scab? from barbecued rats at a wet market? PERHAPS A PANDA OR A PANGOLIN? Do…

The sky had been overcast for days. Not that it’s anything unusual. During the monsoon season there’d often be days, maybe 5 or 6, consecutively, where barely a lumen of light peeks out of the milky sky. However, what was unusual was the hue of the sky. Instead of being…

A tropical sun hung high in the baby blue morning sky, caking the crowd in its molten golden patina. The aliens outside queued and huddled in clumps. They’d come as early as 4 a.m. The line of aliens already spilling into the busy road parallel to the massive government complex. …

WHORES AND JOHNS IN BANGKOK ฿ The whore lay on the bed. Nude. Her shaved pussy exposed. Then she eased back into the bedboard, smiling, spreading her legs wider. I was in the mood. But I lost my train of thought when a hammer drill shattered the silence. But she…

For SBF Stuart Monk hated family gatherings. Mostly because he couldn’t stand having to visit his brother. Stuart’s younger brother, Sam, had gotten rich. Dirty, rotten, filthy stinking rich. Not that Stuart was a slouch. He’d gone to Yale, had gone on to become a prominent figure at a conservative…