About

In March of 2007 I was admitted to the hospital for extreme pain that was eventually diagnosed as pancreatitis.  For a month I couldn’t eat or drink and lost over 50 lbs.  Upon release, the doctors informed me that I would never be able to drink again.  A simple adjustment for some, a drastic lifestyle change for an Irish bartender.  While I was at my physical and emotional low point, my girlfriend of four years decided to leave me, and had already devised a plan of what to do with the house we had purchased 7 months prior.  Life changed fast.  As if I wasn’t already uncomfortable enough in my own skin, I learned that my girlfriend and one of my closest friends had been running around behind my back while I was in the hospital.  The true nature of their entirely inappropriate relationship still hasn’t been divulged to me by the few in the know and at this point I would prefer to keep it that way.  Some coworkers that later became very close friends took me in and let me have a room in their house, and I continued to work and attempt to pay down the $17,000 in medical deductables.  Bartending with your ex-girlfriend is bad enough, not to mention our own incestually, small-town circumstances.  It gets better, at the end of the summer, they fired me.  The reasons for that were equally as filtered and confusing, but now aren’t very important.  Within a year I lost the woman I was planning on proposing to, my home, a job I enjoyed in a place I loved, a close friend, and my identity.  My perpetual good luck had entirely run out, and this place had fully rejected and ejected me in almost every aspect of my life.  Without any planning or thought, I bought a plane ticket to Bangkok, Thailand for three months.  This site is the story of my trip.