I like to travel. The farther from LA, the better.
Torres del Paine in Chile was extraordinary - but not as extraordinary as my ability to sing "Tears for Fears" songs.
This was taken at the Cu-Chi Tunnels in Vietnam. While there, I tried to seduce a stick-sharpening mannequin. But, alas, no love was made.
Cambodia's got some of the cutest kids in the world, like these two younglings in Angkor Wat. But it turned out they only looked like kids thanks to severe malnutrition, and were actually local college students.
The Na Pali Coast from a helicopter looks almost fake, like something you'd design with a 3-D program. I'm glad I took a lot of pictures because the girlfriend was too busy trying not to vomit to enjoy the scenery (helicopter turbulence makes airplane turbulence feel like a massage chair).
This is me in Tokyo, trying to figure out what to do on a Tuesday night in Shinjuku until the trains opened at 4:35 AM. At this time of night, the only people you'll find walking these streets are male hostesses and Nigerian hustlers. And lonely, vengeful ninjas.
This was somewhere near Krabi, Thailand. I was never a big fan of kayaking - even less so after we were attacked by a gang of monkeys about 30 minutes later in a mangrove forest. As funny as they are on YouTube videos, monkeys are assholes in person.
Taken right before I devoured all of Hong Kong. There's just a big hole there right now. And some homeless Cantonese people.
Here's a photo of my last meal in Buenos Aires. La Cabrera, where the steaks can actually give you a stroke. But a really joyous, blissful stroke. Damn, that steak was delicious.
According to Dateline, I heard this is a terrific place to meet underage girls.