The only thing preventing that from happening is the fact that he'd have to sell some of his really fuck-off pieces to pay his legal fees.

1) kill all empathy and moral sensibility so that you don't feel guilty about exploiting the confluence of extreme poverty and your own unearned privilege in order to assuage your venal, adolescent insecurities.

Tuk-tuks are the biggest scam there is!

I know that Thais with tattoos are usually looked upon as low class, but I'm pretty covered and my experience has been that they're mostly curious and aren't very shy about invading your private space and grabbing you for a look. Same goes for my beard, though luckily they don't ever just grab it.

Also, fuck wearing long-sleeve shirts and long pants in that kind of weather unless I'm visiting a temple or some fancy shit like Vertigo at the Banyan Tree in Lumpinee, etc. I'm not trying to marry any pharmacists, so I don't give a shit.

I was going to talk about tough guys crumbling, but you basically beat me to it.

Bless you both.