I figured, what harm could come from a little bit of fun? Crabs. The Canadian girl gave me crabs.

I figured that maybe he was only hanging around for the tea and tobacco and when one ran out, so would he.

Sure, I might not be someone to look up to, but you're no role model either.

However, with a gut full of heroin, it's hard to be an optimist.

Living the rest of my life in Kerobokan, waiting to die, was what I had in front of me.

Reassuring thoughts have a funny way of getting stuck on repeat. Then you wake up one day and you can't remember where you put the last thirty years of your life.

Our bags will be light because it's the best way to travel.

I'd gotten on the piss and it had kicked me the fuck off. Hard.

Besides, if it was the wrong choice, what difference was one more bad decision going to make?