Wednesday morning.

Sitting on the rooftop watching the sun rise.

Here I am.

I have officially survived the British Invasion. It’s all over now. We are never dating white boys again. No more falling for handsome guys with charming accents at the bar. That part is over now.

Now what?

Now it’s time to get my shit together. I haven’t done anything but fuck around since I got back here. I’m over it now. I need some kind of meaning or purpose or direction beyond writing. I am just getting myself into trouble and hurting myself.

Rest assured, I am just as grossed out right now by all of this as you are. Welcome to the Land of Smiles!

I think what’s funny to me about this is that for about three hours yesterday, I was 100% convinced I had actually met James Bond. Wrong. Turns out he’s just some married asshole I pulled out of the bar. Gross. I knew as soon as he defended the Line of Death in my story that he had something to hide. I was just hoping it was something more interesting than a wife and child. Boring!

Ugh.

Well, at least I got a two for one deal on these Isle guys, right? Get over one by bringing another back, turns out they both suck, throw the whole thing in the trash and start all over again.

This is not the story I had in mind yesterday. That’s dead now, whatever that was. It’s a good thing I went over to that bar and investigated this guy’s identity and found out the truth. I could have wasted two months on him like I just did with the British Guy. Now I don’t have to waste any time at all. Great!

As tempting as it is to throw myself off of the top of this tower right now, I shall persist in this life, somehow. This is why I make lots of very dark jokes and brag about being the Abominable Ho-man. If I don’t talk about my magical scorpion pimp juice, then this is all just really sad.

What am I doing here? This is not the vision of the life I had in my head when I boarded my flight to Hong Kong. This is just ridiculous.

Well, fam, it’s been an experience out here in SEA. I think I am truly over it. Where should I go now?

If you don’t know where you’re going, any road will take you there…