These boots are made for walking

hour001055

Sapa

Market

Hungover...headache and shits.

Je vais au depanneur et jme paye des clopes, de l'eau et un coca....j'en bois jamais ....mais la....c'est une question de vie ou de mort.

Je vais au marcher bouffer mes crepes et mon cafe a ma table habituelle et je vois mes potes de hier.

je leur raconte que mes bottes sont soudainement apparue devant ma porte a mon retour la nuit passer.

1 minutes se passe et une jeune H'mong me dit.:

- " There's this guy that came to me last night looking for you"

- " humm Ok.....a guy about my size...blond/short hair.... "

- " yes....he asked me if a saw you " ( ca aide d'avoir mon look parfois ;) )

- " ok....what did he wanted? "

- " I don't know.....he didn't wanted to tell me but he said he wanted to talk to
you.....ALONE "

- " Oh...alone "

Je souris......ca confirme ce que je pensais......

Je passe dans une boutique m'acheter un nouveau sac a dos.....une copie north face...super efficace...parfait pour mon kodak et mes livres et petit trucs important.

je le deal a 150,000 / 8,33 $

je reviens a l'hotel et sur mon chemin....je vois qu'un mec seche et nettoie les chaussure.

Il me dit...30,000 et que ca va etre pret cet apres-midi.

Je reviens a l'hotel et en rentrant.....les mecs descende l'escalier.

PERFECT FUCKING TIMING

je croise leur regard et le blondinet viens a m'a rencontre:

- " listen man....we're going out for food...wanna join us "

- " NO and I guess we gotta talk right "

- " well yeah man...listen....I got to tell you something "

- " hey man....you never steal from other backpackers...never...and you lied to me...
I asked you if you had them...you said NO....I asked you to check your luggage so I could be at peace of mind....you said No.....then I started to feel bad...and apologized...."

- " listen...i never stole anything in my life "

- " well you just did ...and now you are gonna for my ticket...and my drying "

- " yeah of course....i'll pay for everything man "

- " I don't trust you.....so you pay me NOW alright ..and you what...i've been planning on telling you REALLY BAD FUCKING THINGS....but I'm not gonna do it now...it's alright..

- " No....it's not alright....I was so scared man....so scared...i'm so sorry "

Bref le mec shake comme un debile....sa voix tremble...il ne peut pas me regarder dans les yeux plus qu'une demi seconde...

J'ai ce regard fixe sur lui....tse mon regard de tueur...tres patient ....la machoise serrer....j'ai un ton tres ferme...

The guy is just fucking freaking out.....l'autre mec est assis.....je le regarde :

- " you also lied to me....you covered him....that's not cool....( je regarde le blondinet ) I would have let you borrow my shoes man...if you would have asked properly....and now with the money you just gave me....you could have had 2 pairs of good boots at the market...you realise that right? "

Alors j'ai quitter le lobby...

la tenanciere me demande si je peux payer pour la chambre....je lui dit que non....elle comprend et je lui dit :

- " feel free to charge extra money for the assholes...have a good day...thank you "

Mon nouveau sac s'appelle TACTIC....mon gros sac s'appelle DEMON

DEMON'S TACTIC

I CURSE ASSHOLES EVERYWHERE ON THIS PLANET...

DO NOT FUCK WITH ME

these boots are made for walking

ONE OF THESE DAYS...THESE BOOTS ARE GONNA WALK ALL OVER YOU

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