by Frost 04.23.2012 
I’m sitting in a dismal cafe in Udaipur, wilting in the scorching heat of summer in the Rajasthan desert. I’m surrounded by dust, feces, and hideous middle-aged women with bare midriffs, as is the fashion here. I am thrilled to be alive. Taking in my surroundings, there is only one thing to be happy about [...]
Read more → by Frost 02.09.2012 
Remember to read Part 1 and Part 2. It’s never fun to watch your heroes fall. I have zero shame in admitting that, for many years, Tucker Max was a hero to me. At the age of 20, when I first came across Max’s website, I was already a hard-drinking, skirt-chasing asshole. I didn’t need [...]
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