What is it about the heat of the tropics that makes them such perfect pleasure-seeking vortexes? How is that Thailand – Phuket, in this particular case study – has narrowed the most base and common needs of (mostly) men down to such an accurate T? One flight away from slow balmy days and fast summer nights of sheer indulgence and flashing bright lights under moonlit skies… Sweaty, sticky thongs and endless brow wipes to be countered with spicy hot meals: mandatory cold beverage to wash it down, forever swirling fans spinning overhead unlike the outside world as the fever-inducing freedom of the islands sucks you further and further away from reality… but remember, even though it may look like it, not everyone is a winner in the game of Thai roulette… the unending perverse subservience toward sunburnt visitors dwells further into guilty pockets, as bucket lists are ticked off and star-struck visitors plunge deeper and deeper into the hollowness of their own selves…

But what are you gonna’ do about it? Like with everything else that feels slightly off in the world, all you can do is finish your beer, light another cigarette, and let the freedom of a scooter night breeze dry away all your worries… once inside the comfort of the villa walls that help perpetuate the spinning wheel of the local economy, simply let the white noise of the ceiling fan lull you to sleep again, only do it all again tomorrow!