And here I am.
Street 81, Phnom Penh.
Kuch Horng guest house.
Everyone gets nicked at this guesthouse.
When French Bob got nicked I was like:
Are you serious? He couldn’t see he was led to that guesthouse so the police could arrest him.
And now there I was, led there myself, but I couldn’t see it.
Thought I was immune.
The police won’t arrest me, I would tell myself.
They’ve watched me for a year and a half.
The Cambodian community has already declared me jit la’or (a good heart).
I can smoke meth with impunity. Only those declared jit akrok (bad heart) go to prison.
I think back to the night before.
It was late.
I sit down at Home Food bar. The Bong Tom sits a few tables away.
I know her, but we’re not friends.
She knows I love Davi.
I ask if I can sit with her.
She’s with a couple of friends.
Sure, she nods.
I move to her table.
I’ve got something for you, she goes, and gives me a bag with about a gram of gear in it.
She’s never given me gear on tick before.
She must know I’m broke cos she goes Pay me when you got it.
Thanks, I goes.
I swell up with a sense of self importance.
Must be cos she knows I’m James Bond, I thinks to myself.
But I don’t say it.
Don’t need to.
Everyone knows. But it’s not the sort of thing you go around saying. All your friends think you’re crazy. But here, in Cambodia, everyone knows.
Why else she would the Bong Tom (big gangster boss) give me free drugs, unless I was a V.I.P ?
Believe me, it’s not easy to get ice on tick in gangland Cambodia.
But she just handed it to me. I didn’t even ask.
I am James Bond. That’s why.
Not the movie star one. The real one.
Even my birthdate has got 007 in it.
Write it backwards:
That’s obviously why I’m getting ice on credit.
Or maybe that’s the crystal meth psychosis.
Why else would the Bong Tom give me drugs for free?
Follow my Christian mission story into gangland Cambodia to combat sex trafficking – gangs, sex, violence, romance and crystal meth hell.
And here I am.