Cambo John gets mood spoiled.

That night in a bamboo hut , high on hill on an island called Ko Chang on the South Thailand coast, Cambo John decided that a sabattical on a tropical island was a damn good idea.

Early evening , already dark, just shits in the restaurant/bar down below

Wind, bits of bamboo, branches flying through the fucking hut.

Whats that all about?

Steps outside mosquitonet, bored.

Lights up a gasper with difficulty.

Goes for a walk, finds a Karaoke bar.

Orders beaf chile, intestines with papaya salad.

One big beer Chang and a red bull for the waitress.

Gazing around the bar, suddenly his lower jaw seized and his mouth took on the crocodile smile.

There was that cunt, Tommy.

That pisshead boring cunt.

Tommy had obviously being porking fatties.

No doubt about it, that was his pecadillo, the distateful plebian.

Also no doubt that they threw him out before he could come, so that he would give all four grossers a toss of cash.

Also no doubt that finally with empty bag.

Tommy licking door of sad old bag whore,

On his alcohol crippled knees, pissed no money left drool dirtying shitty paintwork, doleful eyes pining for another fuck you.

Cambo John ponders how to stiff that cunt Tommy and orders another big Chang /T-bone steak and another red bull for the waitress/on the fat side.