Friday, December 10, 2010

Episode VII: The Bangkok Redemption

So there they were, two boys sat as if under an intense spotlight in the dank interrogation room. Fear swelled inside them as if they were both in their third trimester of pregnancy with some kind of child made of terror. The moon's reflection shimmered in their panicked eyes. This was unusual, as they were indoors, but now was not the time to speculate on unusual lunar behaviour. Now was a time for action. And yet Joseph and Charlie were rather restricted by circumstance, so in a moment where every instinct in their hearts, bodies, and minds screamed "RUN LIKE FUCK", they could do no such thing.

As passtimes go, the Waiting Game is right up there with the built in games from Windows '97 in the frustrating awfulness league table. Our heroes were like two glassy eyed fish, swimming around in a tank of pure fear. Waiting, waiting for some indication of their fate. The human imagination is an absolute motherfucker under pressure - scenarios that wouldn't make the Russian version of Prison Break flashed through their minds at an alarming rate (roughly one disgusting image per fourteen seconds), as they sat painfully aware that prison is no place for pansies of their nature.

Thank the good Lord for corruption. Thank God, Vishnu, Allah, Buddha, Jew God and all those other deities for some good old fashioned corruption. For if it were not for the existence and continued nourishment of corrupt systems all over this world our daring young bucks would be getting so. raped. right. now. Although they didn't like to think of it as corruption, merely a sensible transaction of business, they just bought themselves a Get Out Of Jail Free card, passed Go and got the fuck out of there.

So three hours later our happy-go-lucky young rogues were on a plane to Hanoi with the thought of how much worse their situation could be looming over them like the sternest librarian. And yet, the forces of karma were yet again proved ineffective as Joseph and Charlie soared free as an eagle. Yeah that's right, like an eagle.

The End.



(that's of this story, we still have a video coming out next week and a load of other written stuff to come, don't touch that dial.)

Peace

Joe

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