Frantic

What separates me and an indecently dressed, barefoot, rain-soaked hobo frantically scratching about the streets of Phnom Penh at night?

Nothing. This was me tonight when I thought I'd dropped my wallet. I'd taken my clothes off so in my panic I decided to put only a couple of items back on and scrabble about on the ground, crossing some of the city's main roads.

Wallet was at bottom of steps to our place....