The girls in Thialand

An epic tale...

Thailand and the girls

In the beginning, its always a good plan.

Thailand, 2008

Staring out over the water, I tried to figure-out where it all went wrong. Now my greatest accomplishment, had just turned into my biggest problem; ever!

Taking a drink from my local beer, I began walking down the beach. I couldnt believe I finally made it; I was walking on the beach in Thailand, damn it! But now I shook my head at the irony, now I couldnt figure-out how I was going to leave this fucking place.

Hearing my phone ring, I looked down and saw the call was from home. Not good!! I knew it was going to be bad, but I did know how bad until I answered.

Making a very long conversation with Be-be a little shorter; I found-out my operations had just been cancelled! It was a series of unfortunate events which lead to this, but it didnt matter. When the phone hung-up, I knew I had nothing; nothing more than a new set of fucking problems!

All the money I had coming from the states, had just come to a screeching halt. And if this wasnt enough, I only enough product to last a couple weeks; which spelled trouble!

Trying to figure out the whole scenario was beginning to give me a headache. Whatever needed to be done; needed to be done fast!

Breaking away from my thoughts, I heard, Hey, hey you!! Turning, a saw middle-aged guy dressed in cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt wave in my direction. Not sure if he was signaling me, or some other schmuk, I waited.

Watching him approach, I noticed there was grey sprinkled throughout his otherwise jet-black hair; which really helped to give him a trusting look. But it was his Raybands which set him apart; strutting-up in his dark sunglasses, I smiled as I instantly thought of Joe Cool. Unable to believe what I was witnessing, I watched as he scrolled towards me in his open-toed sandals.

Whats next?

I glanced to the left, then to the right as he walked-up. Nope, he was here to see me, I was the only schmuk in the area.

You come here all time; you like tattoo? he asked me.

Slow down there partner; first youre supposed to ask my name, Or at least shake my hand and pretend, I told him.

Watching the puzzled look on his face, I laughed and said, Yes, I come here all the time, and no, I hate tattoos.

This really put Mr. Cool in a state of confusion; watching his little face squint and contort I laughed again.

With my hand held-out, he just stared at me. Never mind, what are you selling? I asked him instead.

Eagerly shaking his head from side-to-side he responded, Nothing, nothing from you. I only show you round. Club pay me, I take you to all club in Pattaya.

Now the little bastard wouldnt shut-up! Putting my finger to my lips to silence him, I asked, What time do we leave?

Sold!!!

I thought the little guy was going to bust with excitement, I just made the little guys day-week-year; now he had a client to exploit!

Seven-night-you-hotel? he asked as he pointed towards my hotel.

Having no idea why he knew where I was staying, Yeah, sure. Ill meet you right here, I said. Then I put a X in the sand; pointing to the mark, I asked him; Do-you-understand-the-words-Im-saying?

Looking at me, he smiled with his crocked, coffee stained teeth and began to laughing, Yes, I understand everything. Everything all the time!

Watching him walk away, I was happy to have something to take my mind off recent events. Anything was better then my current situation, or at least thats what I thought