Flirting with treason in the Thai capital

The weight of a collective gasp hung heavy in the air as I slapped my flip-flop down to stop a rolling coin. I lifted my foot to reveal the face of the late King Bhumibol Adulyadej, staring up at me with a look of indignation from the dulled and dirty surface of some denomination of baht. He did not look impressed.

The mob that amassed behind me joined the King and sneered.

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