After all my complaints about Marrakesh and its lack of humidity I suppose it must be a poetic irony that the agency would assign me to Bangkok. Maybe they’re listening to me and I didn’t even know it, hate to waste their time though I don’t talk much. They always taught us that actions speak … Continue reading HITMAN: 47 adventures into the heart of Thailand and it isn’t to enjoy the local cuisine
As the sun meanders into the middle of the sky I feel it’s searing heat strike me from what had been a relatively safe haven beneath the tree in the main courtyard of town. I had been to Sapienza before, a long time ago. I can’t remember why I was here or how much time … Continue reading HITMAN: nothing says Italian Riviera like a spot of bio weapons research
If I thought the heat was too much in Sapienza then I’ve really stuck myself in it now. At least in Italy there was some moisture in the air. Here in Marrakesh I feel it sear me like I’ve become some kind of walking tenderloin steak. I know I told the ICA I was in … Continue reading HITMAN: Sunshine, sand and a bit of brutal murder make for a great day trip
It’s dark in the house when I come to. I can see faint sliver of light coming through the window but it’s not a lot to work with. I feel a thumping in my skull like I went twelve rounds with smoking Joe Frazier in his prime… a taste in my mouth that I know … Continue reading HOME: Memory loss, Murder, and a whole lot of empty booze bottles!