A DAY IN THE LAND OF MAKE BELIEVE
"As the sun sank toward the horizon, I decided to leave the beer bar to continue my walk down the strip. As I left, one of the greeters made a last ditch effort to capture my attention. Slipping her foot out of a sandel, she alluringly stretched it out and wriggled her toes at me. Of all the fetishes known to Pattaya, foot fetishes are the most popular. In fact, one punter at the beer bar (a fifty-something American) was seen prostrating himself to gleefully suck the toes of his “girlfriend,” each time he won their game of Connect 4. Ironically, this fetish is endlessly amusing to Thais, as they view the foot as the dirtiest, and least erotic, part of the body." By D.A. Blyler
MILAN SUCKS DICK
"I’m in the middle of dozens of t-shirt wearing, sweaty communists running from the police. As a herd we make a left down another street but see the blue lights of police cars so we turn back and now I’m further ahead in the pack and we’re trampling down an alley. We make another left and the men become eerily silent; just feet scraping and shuffling; that silence the most frightening aspect of the ordeal. In an instant I’m at the head of the pack and I start to think that isn’t a good idea after all." By Jim Marquez.
EDDIE ESCAPES AFRICA
OCTOBER, 2000 - TRIPPING
"He hung out on nude beaches in Greece, hellraised in several continental capitals and spent some months getting reacquainted with relatives down on the arch of Italy's boot. Since then, he's dreamed of moving to Italy, finding an Italian girl and settling quietly into the lap of la dolce vita." By Vincent Abbate.
BE NICE OR LEAVE
AUGUST, 2000 - TRIPPING
"I collect the two-inch-long pink and blue bomber planes that arrive atop each fresh cocktail. I sip and I savor. The bombers are lined up in a row on my desk now, reminding me of two fine weeks between youth and death." By Vincent Abbate.
PORK LARD CHANGED MY LIFE
AUGUST, 2000 - REPORT FROM THE PEST
"The nice lady at the corner butcher shop, upon discovering that I speak English, decided to practice her language skills whenever I come in. Now she refuses to speak to me in Hungarian. The problem is, I don't understand a fucking word of her English. Last time I was so baffled that, without even realising it, I ended up walking out of the shop with about three kilograms of chicken gizzards instead of the delicious pork sausage I was eyeballing." More misadventures from Budapest by Foog.
NUMBER 15 BUS
JUNE, 2000 - REPORT FROM THE PEST
"You might think that the best way to get to know Budapest and have a genuine Hungarian experience is by finding the best local restaurants, the folksiest cafés, and the pubs most popular with the natives. Of course you'd be wrong." If you're hungry for Hungary, Foog recommends a trip on the Number 15 bus.
SON HOUSE MEETS WES THE POWER TRIO
JUNE, 2000 - TRIPPING
"Eddie Son House is reporting back to the other members of the chorus of dead blues legends. Our music. They done changed it again. But it's still going. It's still alive." Vincent Abbate, on location in New Orleans, has seen the old man's world-weary face before - in black and white.
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THE CAT THAT WALKED THROUGH AMSTERDAM
APRIL, 2000 - TRIPPING
In "The Cat that Walked Through Amsterdam," Vincent Abbate goes Dutch with a talkative female feline and a gaggle of freaky, freeloading friends: "This was one time Mambo gladly stepped into my camera bag, understanding that I would leave the zipper open a crack so she could peak out at greatness."
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