Pai in the sky
Wednesday, July 28th, 2004The rain was coming down pretty hard when we finnaly convinced the Israeli to come to Bebop. He had some considerable hair, along with a beard that rivaled Osama’s. There were four of us, the Israeli, an American woman, the Thai resturant owner, and myself. The Israeli had a motorbike, but that would have left two of us to walk. The Thai resturant owner came out with some spare jackets and handed me the motorbike keys. She said just to return the bike in the morning…
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