Hi all, I’ve been visiting this sub for ages, going back further than my dad’s hairline. There are some incredible writers on here. Some of your stories raised the hairs on the back of my neck, as you somehow put into words how I was feeling inside. Back when I first came here, I felt like a chameleon lost in a bag of skittles. I hit a pothole in life and began spiralling down the path of self destruction. I was knocking on heaven’s door when a crucial cash fix came my way by selling property I invested in years early. I then began a journey on the side of life many would only speak of under their breath, or if anything, avoid the concept completely. I became a sex tourist. I detuned my mind to cut off all emotional connections and began having sex as a hobby. Stealthy coasting through dimly lit streets alongside people so seedy they get nervous near birdcages. Within a twelve month period I managed to buy and bed nearly fifty different women, some together at the same time. The man that went his own way. Peace out to you brothers