My friend Stickman was over late last night, haven’t seen him since he tied the knot a few months ago. James and I go way back, having been roomates on several islands; Koh Phi Phi, Manhattan, Stockholm, and Plum. Stickman is doing a documentary on the Fisherman of Plum Island. Guess who’s on the cover holding a monster bass? One of these days I’m going put some of our travel stories on paper, starting with working together in NYC, meeting him 1/2 around the world on his backbacking trip, and on my last day of a two-week vacation in Thailand, ending up following a woman I just met to Bali (Lombok actually, think Bali 20 years ago, unspoiled), and living there for 4 months, during which time I built a website for her dive shop and was able to do some of the most incredible scuba diving for free every day in return. Those were the days.
Stickman in the House
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