Bert wanted me dead.
I was in Batam, hiding from him.
Or was it Johor.
Once I got the panic, there was no going back.
He should know that.
He’s been in a military psychiatric ward.
He spooked me out.
Operation Spook Out.
He got his thugs to do his dirty work.
Wrinkle Lips, the Captain and the Piss Head, all worked together to race me out of my home.
Given, it was a bottom bunk in an eight-bed dorm.
Still, it was home.
My knee popped.
I was in Borneo.
Thoughts of abandonment.
What the fuck am I going to do?
Hire a flight back to Oz?
I did a treatment on the three amigos.
Why are people out to undermine me?
If I had a Glock in my hand, I’m sure they’d be very respectful towards the Glock.
'Pull your fucking head out of your ass.'
That was Max.
My inner voice.
'Cut that nonsense, we need you more than ever, this is no time for moping over crack heads.'
That did it, I was snapped out of my attack of self-pity.
'Get your ass to the Capitol.'
Then a helicopter descended and landed next door on Rosa's back lawn.
'Tally-ho,' said Max, as I jumped in the helicopter.
'We are heading to the USA, even when under a pandemic, is still the most exciting country in the world.'
I also heard that Bert was there, a leader of a dark ops campaign against Donald Trump.
'I just saved you from the white coat brigade,' said Max who was sucking on a Cuban.
He did.
It was only a matter of time before another doctor signed off and had me admitted.
