Falling in Thai by Michael j Bradley - Gadabout Life

As we drank beer and played five-ball, the latest Euro chart
hits playing out, Steve blathered on about business. I was surely
subdued.
“I was going to set up a business selling steroids online in the
UK two years ago when i was in London”
"I couldn't find his place. There's a load of pharmacies on the
Sukhumvit"
"Yeah, and they probably all sell roids. I didn't want to say
anything infront of Omah, you know what those Africans are
like with money. I've got a business plan and i thought you
might like to come in on it..."
"Go on..."
"Steroids can be bought over the counter here for a fraction of
the cost overseas. I shipped them to my mates in Oz and made a
big mark up... I was thinking we could do the same, selling on
the U.K. market. You could do some of your Internet gagetry,
(Russan email)" I gave him a nod and an expression of
enthusiasm.
“Here’s a sample,” he put a pink pill in my hand.
“What is it?”
“Anabol; from Doctor Wong” he said winking. Then he
stroked his cue, cannoning the black off the cushion onto my
red hung over the pocket, knocked it clear into the baulk and
dropped.
“Woo ho. That’s five-nil mate, and another round on you.”
I was absolutely livid as i went to the bar to by him yet
another G&T.
“What do you want?” asked Bart.
“Mai Thai”
“When you play the shot you’ve got to make sure your
cueing straight; otherwise as you stroke the cue will strike off