Elvis Presley

John, what is your avatar supposed to be at all? You look like a Scottish Mr. Poo!

any proof?

I am not your mate.

Zip it, Chris.

I agree.

None of yours, that's for sure! regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

I'm glad you liked it and I will do my best! regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

Well it isn't. It's a fictional scenario. I am a very creative guy. regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

I'm in Thailand and about to become a Permanent Resident here. How is it my life story??? regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

No. The main character of the story is Jim. How can you confuse that with Bob? regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

Nope. That is 100% all my own. regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

The guy who fouled up in the west, fouled up in Thailand and is currently holed up in Cambodia addicted to alcohol and prescription drugs.

Just a fictional scenario. You don't dig it then? regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

Let's make up a fictional scenario. Let's call our character Jim. Now Jim wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer as a child, in fact he failed all of his O-Levels and ended up working in a food processing plant for the next 10 years. When he was 26, fed up with his life in his working class home town, Jim had an idea to make the move to Thailand. The problem was his family were dead against it and he also had a girlfriend at the time, but Jim was determined, so he booked his flight without telling anyone and left very abruptly. Naturally this caused him to burn his bridges back home, so now he was stuck in Thailand alone. Jim stayed on the Khao San Road and bought himself a fake degree, making him a bachelor of English, then two weeks later got himself a job teaching at one of the local thai schools, earning a measley 30,000 baht a month. But for Jim that was Ok, his apartment was only 3,500 a month and he didn't like going out clubbing much. However, as Jim progressed in his career and his salary remained the same, he started to get depressed and began drinking heavily. Around the same time he found himself an alcoholic Thai girlfriend from one of the bars, and the two became heavy drinking partners. One night the girls brother came around to Jims apartment demanding money, which Jim refused to hand over. Jims girlfriend seemed to be in on the scam, as by this point they had only known each other for about 3 weeks. When he confronted her she denied everything and told Jim that because she was so offended she was going to get her brother to do him in tomorrow. Jim knew he had to leave that night, so he packed his things into a small suitcase and headed for the airport when his girlfriend was down at the bar. There was a flight that night to Phnom Penh. Jim had never been to Cambodia before but he knew how rough it could be, but it was either that or face being murdered by his girlfriends brother. So naturally Jim chose the former and boarded the plane to Cambodia. Knowing that he could never return to Thailand for fear of being killed, nor could he return home due to burning his bridges with his family, Jim now feels like he is at the end of the line. Cambodia seems to be the last stop on Jim's sad journey, where drugs, guns, booze, and sin are all available, night and day. He will likely die alone, in his tiny shoebox apartment from a lethal cocktail of drugs and alcohol. Cambodia, at least to me, seems like the end of the Line for many expats who move to South East Asia. Mostly for those with no better options available to them. That is not to say that one day I wont become like Jim myself, I could think of a lot worse places to be than Cambodia, but once you move there then that's most likely it I reckon. THE END OF THE LINE. regards, Elvis from Tupelo.

....'ere we go again