Don’t hang your pants where you can’t hang your hat.
Thailand: One year ago
The restlessness seemed to come in off the waves. I used to talk a lot to this bartender, a pretty blonde British girl, we would look out to sea and wonder about the source of it all. The moon, maybe, or the wind, or perhaps some deeper sort of juju. Whatever the root of it was, what was happening in that water reflected what was happening in me. When I heard the waves crashing into the shore...