Magazines
Pattaya - Thailand’s Mos Eisley
Urban Male Magazine, January 2005
If you’re ever in Bangkok and you point your nose roughly Southeast, you’ll be facing one of the strangest places in Asia. It’s a hugely popular place that has steady streams of vehicles coming and going, a mere two hours and a $3 CDN bus ride away from Bangkok. […]
Plant A Tree Today (PATT)
Big Chilli Magazine, July 2006
In the few lazy, meandering years between High School and University, I had some friends who would pack a bag during the summer months and head up to Northern Canada to plant trees. They would usually come back 30 lbs lighter, telling stories about angry bears, swarming bees, homesickness, […]
Lie To Me
Big Chilli Magazine, August 2006
I’m a great liar. I mean really good. I once wiggled my way out of being expelled from a class in college by convincingly telling a lie so outrageously false that if George Washington were there, he would have said “Now that dude can tell a lie!” But […]
A Bar Called Su
Big Chilli Magazine, October 2006
When I had reached the ripe old age of five, my Grandfather decided to tell me the secret to living a happy life. He said, ‘Find something you like doing, and then figure out a way to get someone to pay you to do it.’ It seems simple, but […]
Bangkok Private Dicks
Big Chilli Magazine, February 2006
If ever there was a city perfectly suited to the resourceful, hard-boiled detective, it’s Bangkok. It has all three of the main ingredients vital to any good detective story: broads, liquor and enough shady characters to block out the sun (granted, Sherlock Holmes and Batman didn’t really mess with […]
Thinking Big
Big Chilli Magazine, March 2006
I’ve always been a big guy, which has mostly been a good thing. No one ever wanted to kick my ass in school (or if they did, they never tried), and I usually get the front seat when a taxi is hailed. At 187cm and 112kg, you can imagine that living in Thailand only compounds the situation; I look comically out of place on a motorcycle taxi and I’ve lost count of how many times someone in a line has turned around a smashed their face into my chest. But after I met Conan Stevens, the problems I have with size don’t seem so, well, big anymore. In fact, they feel downright puny.
