The Devil Thumbs A Ride

We had just arrived in Denpasar for a ten-day Balinese holiday. I was with a young and beautiful girlfriend. We walked through the airport terminal and joined the queue for customs. No-one knew that I had smuggled a substantial amount of heroin and methadone onto the plane and was now carrying it through the airport. After waiting in the queue for just a couple of minutes, I noticed an Indonesian policeman looking at me. As I looked away, I realised that he had started walking towards me, and he had a sniffer dog. All I had was a few seconds to think of something, anything. Perhaps a distraction of some kind... and it was going to have to be a bloody good one. I stepped out of the line




Story's and poems of adventure, in the ocean and deserts of South Australia.

Life in a hard rock band and the tragedy of death, despair and crime whilst addicted to heroin and other drugs, then finally, a second chance
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