I have joined Crossly on only one of his sex trips, to a small fishing community in Thailand which was home to a particularly well respected – at least within the industry – sex camp. I spent most of the week with a local elderly shaman hunting for ghosts of tsunami victims along the shore while Crossly stalked the countryside with an Australian sex addict and human trafficker named Tony, purchasing village girls to be sold into the slavery. They’d often return to camp spackeled in blood.
At night we’d sit on the beach and swap stories of rape, violence, and general human depravity with American and European business and clergy men. Many of these stories involved animals, either domesticated or wild, and nearly all involved home-made drugs of one kind or another. To numb my senses and get sleep after these weird and horrible nights I bought a pound of opium from a homeless afghan drifter and smoked it with the wife of the camp’s director while sitting on the roof over the sex huts. She was a dim woman and seemed indifferent to the life she was living. I was as well, but I felt it improper for a woman to and I told her so. She shrugged and took another hit, sighed and laid herself down against the hut, waiting for me to take her sexually, which I never did. With in seconds she was passed out and I left her there on the roof, later to learn that she had overdosed and probably died from the last hit that I had watched her take.
Her body was discovered when the stench and circling buzzards became too great to ignore. Myself and the owner of the camp, a man the locals called Max, buried her in a deep grave several miles inshore. We didn’t use a coffin and nothing was said the entire time. I wasn’t sure whether he suspected anything or not, but based on his treatment of his wife’s body, I suspect he was glad to no longer have the burden.
Crossly, with minor assistance from Tony, dug her up towards the end of the trip and removed her heart as a souvenir (I regretted having revealed the location of the grave). Crossly was skilled in the art of curing meat and had the organ dried and affixed to a necklace which he wore on the return flight, telling the customs agent that it was a “local variety of nut.”
