One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster...
So, generally, I'm not one for Asian Boy-Whores* -- I tend to leave that to our resident Asian Boy-Whore aficionado, haloedone. Yesterday, however, was a different story. I went and got my hair cut at Umbrella Salon, and the young man who washed my hair** gave me the most amazing scalp*** massage I'd ever had. A few more minutes of it and you would have had to hook me up to a feeding tube and start calling me Terry****. If I was rich, I' d totally hire him to come to my house every other day and rub my scalp*****.
* No offense to any Asian Boy-Whores on my friends list. ** And eventually cut it. *** This originally read "head" -- but in light of the rest of the entry, that sounded bad. **** No offense to anyone suffering from possibly temporary lack of quality of life on my friends list. ***** See ***