Chapter 10 · free to read
Day one of no fights was a rest. Day nineteen was a bad patch. By day forty it had a shape, and the shape was a clipboard.
Eleven thousand for power, four for the licence, eight for the ground rent. Sixty-one days without a purse. The old man put the notices on the shrine shelf, which is either a joke or a prayer.
Two thousand baht a night, cash, no licence check, no doctor, and if the police come everybody runs including the man holding the money. Eleven of them in five weeks.
Every one of those nights was a fight the federation would have banned me for a year for taking. So none of them went in the book. Mali would not have written them anyway.
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