Cambo Year 10.
3 nights no sleep.
I’ve just arrived back from a 3 month work / rest in Yangon.
Myanmar was good to me.
Time to rest.
And replenish the coffers.
My shoulder got injured throwing myself against a temple wall, dancing my homeless days away in Phnom Penh.
In Myanmar I pay for physio.
A good investment.
Now, back in Cambo for 1 week to touch base with Razor… the reality show comes flooding back.
All the world’s a stage, says Shakespeare.
Well, at least Golden Sorya.
It’s a reality TV show.
Streamed live in China, a moto taxi driver tells me.
Sexpats and sex workers and crystal meth and drug addicts and weirdos and paedos – all streamed live from the CCTV.
Streamed online live to the rich.
The rich taking pleasure in the suffering of the ex pat, sex pat and destitute Christian missionaries.
Taking pleasure in the pain of people like me.
The Christian missionary junkie.
I sit outside Home Food cafe, 3 nights no sleep, wide eyed and bushy tailed…I stare at the statue of the golden baby elefant.
Opposite a man hoses the trees outside the Heart of Darkness.
The water spray sounds like a round of applause.
Coppola, in his book Live Cinema talks about the importance of encouraging the actors.
With the splash of water over the shrubbery sounding like a National Theatre standing ovation I know I’m starring in a live cinema Francis Ford Coppola movie.
A homeless, crystal meth addicted, Christisn missionary, junkie J.B.
The name’s Bond.
And its the brilliant brainchild of none other than The Godfather – yes – the ‘King’ of Cinema Francis Ford Coppola himself.
Oh the genius!
The genius of Mr. C !
Who else could it be?
Who else would reimagine a homeless, Christian missionary, crystal meth addict James Bond?
Who else but Mr. C himself?
Mr. Crystal Meth Psychosis.
Cambo Year 10.