Finally this story is relevant!

Back in my days of drug use, I got invited to this guys condo (I don’t wanna give out personal info, but imagine prime real estate in a very large American city. Apparently the dude made millions doing something you’d never think of for the extremely wealthy). He told me this story of when he went to Thailand and a girl was shooting darts out of a blowgun at a show like you mentioned.

Well, one of the darts was haphazardly blown, it seems, and whizzed through the air, landing in the meat of his forearm. Onlookers laughed. The girl seemed wholly un-phased and thoroughly unapologetic. This guy, however, was angry and likely experiencing a culture-shock dysphoria. He just wanted a Thai vacation, but now this poor gay man had been irreverently punctured by vaginal projectiles. You can imagine the dismay and horror.

He was telling me this story from this glittery multi-million dollar condo, all while doing exorbitant amounts of drugs. He was very stern and serious, trying to perhaps evoke some sympathy from me. I only found this situation to be so utterly hilarious, almost beyond words. I couldn’t stop laughing. He seemed a bit offended but I really couldn’t help myself.

I was never invited back. 🙁