See that man on the picture? That's me. I really like those jeans. And the belt, too. But I had my doubts about the whole Hairy Potter thing. For example, it can get really hot in Bangkok when you're as furry as I am.

So I wrote a secret letter to Mr. KIA asking where I could get my hair removed with laser. He knew many places. Mr. KIA rocks.

Then I decided to ignore Mr. KIA and go to Phaya Thai 2 'cause it's next to my place.

Laser hurts. It's like a hundred searing needles digging into one square inch of your flesh. Except when you're as hairy as me, there's a lot of square inches that need to be seared to a crisp. I had three nurses holding me down, rubbing anashetic cream, applying cold packs and telling me to show some...urm... manhood and hang in there. Then there was the doctor. She looked like a dool. Here eyelashes never batted behind her sci-fi anti-laser goggles. They were fake. I think she was a cyborg, in fact.

It went in at 10am. They were done by 1pm. Now, I look like this:

They said my skin would be back to normal within a week or two. I'll keep you posted.