Hello Friend, I am finally ready to bleed

Hello Friend,

I have been procrastinating writing this since almost two weeks now. I have been lost in the hue of Murphy's shadow. You know Murphy? He got a law named after him. I am sure we've all been acquainted with Murphy at least once in our lives. See, I have a major issue with self indulgence, especially in the comic tragedy we call 'life'. But without tragedy, art wouldn't make as much sense and without humor life would lose its point. I got a little pseudo philosophical there for a second, so I'll try again.

Hi my name is I, I currently choose to squat in a small expat village called Otres village in the sihnouk province of cambodia. I've been here since July. I also like to call it the 'Wild wild west of the east'. If you've not heard of the legend of otres, it'll seem too surreal and you'd dismiss it as a pigment of my imagination(like the lost city of Atlantis by Plato). But I will give you a a picture of a sunset anyway, because sunsets, eh?

I think I'll give you another few before I start posting otres stories, I always forget to take pictures and I never manage to post them; for a change you've got me in it -

I know I haven't really introduced myself properly, but are names that important? At this moment in life, I am absolutely broke (have exactly 1$ in my pocket), I am a baldtender, a writer, a hobo, a poet, a drifter, meandering on bumpy rubble roads going in unknown directions through alien landscapes. I am also an adrenaline junkie. I am too smart at being stupid, on most occasions, but if you indulge with me, you'll live through adventures of epic proportions. I am using the hyperbole a little too much here. But this is me. The author of my own destruction, hope to see you on the flip side.

Yours unfaithfully,
Dickwad