So last night I had decided to slang some ganja off of Khao Sarn because they pay tourist prices. As I'm getting off the bike I fell right on my head which opened a big gash, head wounds bleed a lot so I tied my t-shirt like a bandana to stem the bleeding.
As I walk onto the main road there's this bearded guy going on and on about brimstone and hellfire and whatnot. Naturally I walk up face to face with him (in a non-threatening manner) and start singing the Swedish national anthem at the top of my lungs. Out of the shadows emerges this clean-cut mormon looking fella. He tells me I am not allowed to interrupt crazy preacher dude, I tell him to fuck off and that I have every right to do so. He points out that I'm bleeding and that he'll go get the cops to take me to a hospital. I think fuck that and went and had a beer. Seeing me rocking the bare torso and bandana look 4 British lads immediately followed suit at the bar. Guess I'm a trend setter.
Anyway, I reckon those two mormon fellows are spooks.
As I walk onto the main road there's this bearded guy going on and on about brimstone and hellfire and whatnot. Naturally I walk up face to face with him (in a non-threatening manner) and start singing the Swedish national anthem at the top of my lungs. Out of the shadows emerges this clean-cut mormon looking fella. He tells me I am not allowed to interrupt crazy preacher dude, I tell him to fuck off and that I have every right to do so. He points out that I'm bleeding and that he'll go get the cops to take me to a hospital. I think fuck that and went and had a beer. Seeing me rocking the bare torso and bandana look 4 British lads immediately followed suit at the bar. Guess I'm a trend setter.
Anyway, I reckon those two mormon fellows are spooks.