The Crips wore Blue. They could kill you but not send you to hell.

The orange dark side of Thailand.
 Roaming pack of Thai monks in their flashy orange robes. They spotted a little Cambodian monk in his peasant brown robe on their turf. There was an ugly sandal stomping, I was too afraid that they'd see me to take a pic of it. brrrrrrr.

 


Afterwards they celebrated by grazing
at the bakery, scaring away the
customers and terrorizing one of their
favorite victims, the baker.
"Don't worry about it Pops,
 Life is suffering, hehheh heh."

 

        Then they made their way back up into the hot streets.

                               They don't pay for taxis and that's the law. They own this town.
                                                                    It's how they roll.