Fatalism, Goat Tails and Discrete Handjobs - Notes from a Traveler

At the end of days, or at least the end my days, I fully anticipate either being judged harshly by a kangaroo court comprised entirely of elderly white eunuchs, or simply rotting in the grave. As such my life has held some manner of fatalism rarely found outside of the brothels of the Barbary Coast...

I have repeatedly and joyously run up fantastic credit card bills only to habitually file Chapter 7. My credit, admittedly, is quite dreadful, but several aliases as well as a three year sojourn to a region of the Carpathians in which goats’ tails are considered legal tender put me back on the road to financial recovery...

The discrete hand job and a pack of Imperials – a valuable trick long known to international drug mules and assorted misfits and miscreants given to mischief, miscegenation and mayhem overseas...