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But clothes are clothes—and they sure beat a towel.
I’m putting on these baggy black and grey harem pants—which are way more comfortable than I thought—and a neon purple button up shirt with gold trim and strips going down the front.
I look like a cross between a MC Hammer backup dancer from the 90’s and some idiot who honestly thinks that this is the latest in Thai fashion.
Did I mention I’m in the middle of the street getting gawked at while I dress? No? Well, there’s a fun mental picture for you.
The small Thai man throws the black flats I asked for at me and is yelling at me to pay up and get away from his stall. I can’t say I blame him. Giant, naked white man showing up and getting dressed in the middle of the street can’t be good for business.
Then again, I can see the crowd I have amassed around me.
My feet are thanking me for some coverage, and my phone is ringing again.
“What do you want from me now, Sams?”
I’m expecting to get some wise ass remark from the goddess of the seven seas. Only it isn’t Sam’s voice that yells at me.
“About time you fucking answered, Lock. I’ve been trying to reach you all fucking morning.”
It’s Eggsy.
And yeah, mate is righteously pissed.
“What the fuck did you do with my Sammi-poo last night?”
More like, what didn’t I do?
I want to say it, but I don’t.
I want to tell him that she isn’t his ‘Sammi-poo’ anymore, either. I want to tell him that she’s mine. That’s she’s my wife.
As much as it would put him in his fucking place, I just don’t have the heart to do it.
“Look, Eggs. Last night was pretty fucked up mate. But you need to seriously calm down.”
“Calm down? You want me to calm down? Who the fuck do you think you are, Lock?”
“I know exactly who I’m talking to, Eggsy. And if you don’t calm the fuck down, I’m going to remind you of who it is you’re talking to.”
“Oh, I know who I’m talking to. I’m talking so some punk who thinks he can up and steal my girl. You better not have fucking touched her last night. I swear to God, Lock.”
The other problem with Eggsy is that he likes to get overly ballsy when he knows that he can’t get clocked in the face for his words. He has this telephone tough guy act that makes him think he’s bigger than he is.
Normally, I’m chill and can brush this shit off my shoulder like it’s nothing. It’s Eggsy. He’s harmless. All bark and no bite.
But today is just a really bad fucking day—and it’s not even noon yet—so I really do not have the patience right now to be dealing with his bullshit.
“Eggsy, you had best watch your tone before it gets you into trouble.”
“Oh, yeah, Lock? And what the fuck are you gonna do, huh?”
“I’m gonna bust your teeth down you fucking throat when I see you is what.”
I would like to say that I’m just bluffing. I’m not.
And Eggsy fucking knows it.
“Alright. Let’s just chill out. No need for things to get violent between us. We go too far back for that.” Classic Eggsy right there. “Look, Lock. I just need to know where Sammi is. I need to see her and talk to her. Things are getting more than a bit crazy around here.”
