Back in 2007 a British wanker in a pickup sped down my street in Pattaya.
Nearly ran down my daughter Angie. I chased him on my scooter and at Soi Buakow banged on his passenger window.
My bike fell over and as I struggled to right it, the driver got out of his truck and I thought, "Damn, he's big."
I covered up my head.
Whack whack whack.
I'm on the pavement. Him over me. He gets up.
"You had enough?" I've heard the question before in similar situations and replied the same way as always, "Yeah, but but you still are a wanker."
I don't learn easy.
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