Somehow, Wicket had Gotten a Glimpse Inside Golem's Mind

Somehow, Wicket had gotten a glimpse inside Golem’s mind.

The cute little Thai girl now leaning over him took his attention. She was asking him if he was OK, which was something he was currently wondering himself. Was he okay? He was bleeding from the head, but conscious, always a good sign. He reached up and put his hand to the side of his head. It came away bloody, but convinced of a flesh wound, just a graze even. Still, he seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. The last thing he noticed before passing out was the girl’s hand going for his wallet. He recognized her as one of the girls sitting next to one of the little rectangular tables in the sand. She was sipping a drink, smoking, and occasionally using her phone. He had thought previously that she was a bar girl waiting for a customer. Would you know more?

Golem made his way back to KC and went straight to the restroom, entered a vacant stall, turned on the shower water, letting it run more than he ever did and took out his razor and began to shave his head again. It was not an easy task, made slightly more interesting by the apparent sexual encounter going on a few stalls down with an occasional ouch muttered by one of the occupants. Golem let the water run over his head as he ran the razor over his head repeatedly, cutting off limited amounts of already short hair with each labored run of the razor over his scalp; emerging sometime later with a roughly shaved scalp. He remembered hearing a guy tell a virgin that she had to get wet before he stuck it in. He drank a can of beer in the shower to throw off CHarLie. He had a little plan. He was going to get off the island tonight. CHarLie would finish the job in the morning with a new razor and a little shampoo, before heading to the ferry. Little did he realize that in the morning, when he looked in the mirror, he’d see a crease on the left side of his head and have a vague memory of having a beer in girlie bar, he figured he must have gotten drunk and fallen down. He felt like a coconut had hit him on the head.