The first time I walked into a cartel stash house, I was there to buy forty dollars’ worth of weed. I ended up giving the boss business advice. That probably tells you something about me. Somewhere along the way, I lost the part of my brain that’s supposed to get scared. In Cape Town, four…
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The Night a Burning Truck Led Me to the Best Trip of My Life
“No man, she celebrates Mexican Mother’s Day.” That’s a quote from a bullshitter to a fellow bullshitter. I didn’t buy it. But first, let me back up. People like to say the people who change your life are the ones who stick around. That hasn’t been my experience. The ones who really move the needle…
Two Swedish Brothers
I hated them before I knew their names. It was a Friday afternoon in Kuala Lumpur, at the AirAsia terminal. If you’ve never flown AirAsia, it’s the Southwest Airlines of Asia. Cheap flights, going everywhere, all day long. I’d just finished two long weeks of work and was waiting on a flight to Phuket. From…
