The Morning After The Night Before
Awoken at 6.00am by that blasted alarm. It only seems like two minutes ago since I put my sodding head down. Jeez, am gonna have to make a move coz I gotta get my ass to that bus stop for another day of teaching grind at that horrendous Bangkok school. So I roll over and fart loudly whilst dedicating the remaining spare minutes I have to throttling the turkey's neck before I decide to slip out of my comfortable bed and enter the dreaded world of teaching English in Thailand.
As I head for the shower I'm overcome with the mother of all thirsts. I spy a half empty can of Sprite sat on the floor and immediately make a grab for it. My hands lunge grasping it firmly and glug it down as quickly as I can. But it does nothing but fill my mouth with a warm sugary sweetness that makes me gag for even more water. I head on into the shower and that's where it hits me. Yeah, and it's up there with the worst of them, as my head begins to pulsate and throb I glimpse a quick flashback. Oh know, I've gone and done it again, and all the times I'd said I wouldn't do that again, I've given into my most basic of urges again.
Those Thai bar girls can be quite persuasive after a few beers, in fact after a lot of beer their propositions even sound quite sensible. And you guessed it, it's happened again! Another pay by the hour hotel, another wild gang bang with three Iisaan twenty years olds. Yes, the memories had burst the dam. Those memories started to flood back like one giant sunami now, the pictures vivid as the morning sunlight – but worse was yet to come as that sick tummy tingle was starting to tell me.
I dashed out of the shower and headed to that pile of rags on the floor that was my clothes. Frantically I fumbled through them desperately trying to find that square piece of leather I called my wallet. I reached into the pocket of my polyester slacks and thank god found it. I quickly pulled it out and opened it. My heart thumped as a familiar sight revealed itself. Where had it all gone? What a stupid question I thought as I tipped it upside down to see all but a solitary 100 flutter down to the ground.
Then reality bitch slapped me around the chops and a cold sweat formed on my back. I don't get paid until the end of the month! Shit! looking at the calendar hanging up on the wall that wasn't for another five... er, no six days yet. Jeez, I was in it! What could I do? I needed answers. I raked my brains over and over. I could borrow a couple of thousand off Dave an Aussie teacher at the school, then and I know it sounded bad – but there's a pot of cash in the heads retirement fund. Yeah, it's been there for the last couple of weeks tempting me. If I dip into that for a couple of thousand nobody will notice. And when I got paid I'd simply pay it back, it wasn't stealing, it was merely an interest free lone that no one knew about.. Sorted!
I came out of the shower and grasped my clothes from the floor whilst shaking out the creases and blowing off the dust. Yep, I'll get another few days of wear out of these buggers I thought as I headed out of my apartment block and down the road to the bus stop to jump on that rotten non air con bus, and that hot 25 minute journey into Bangkok. Yeah man, and after that I gotta get through another day of blazing heat in an overcrowded non air con classroom – ain't life sweet being a Bangkok English teacher! Roll on the weekend dudes! http://thai-english-bar-guide.blogspot.co.uk/2014/02/the-los-diaries-part-two.html