Anyone can do the wrong thing if they really want to.
By three in the afternoon, after one Bintang too many, I was absolutely smashed and feared that trying to stand may end badly.
All you young Aussies just want to fuck and get fucked up, no?
My job had been to get the package from point A to point B and what happened after that did not need to concern me. I was just the mule.
A gut full of heroin and the looming possibility of bunking in an overcrowded cell in Kerobokan to await my death makes you feel a bit sorry for some of the things you've done.
I guess having one hundred and four condoms full of heroin in your guts and the thought of a firing squad in your head make will make most things seem insignificant.
Don't talk about heaven if you've never been to Bali.
He seemed like he was baiting me to ask, like he wanted me to know his troubles but wanted me to ask first.
If there's anything worse in this world than a bad batch of babi guling, it's hindsight.
My biggest problem is that my flight is to depart from Denpasar International Airport in Indonesia, where the penalty for drug trafficking is death by firing squad.
For you, I do morning price.
You'll be making so much cash that you won't know what to waste it on.
I also smoked two cigarettes, which was pretty good considering I could have smoked five if I'd really tried.
I was far too nervous to be concerned about contributing to the conversations.
I have two moods when I get drunk. The common mood is the lazy, happy-go-lucky guy. The uncommon mood is the frustrated, self-deprecating guy. That night was the latter.
When you're in the safety of the future, the past doesn't seem so relevant.
My old ways were much more appealing than my new ways.
I guess my biggest problem is that I find it easier to relapse than to carry through.
Staying out all night and sleeping most of the day is quite a drain on the wallet.
In my defence, I did like my ex until she cheated on me. I just thought the feeling was love.
