24 hours

Last night I was hungry after blogging my last post and decided to have a hamburger. At the central McDonalds in Perth, the capital of and largest city in Western Australia, I bought a BigMac meal and then sat and ate at one of the only six seats in the restaurant. I still think that that is not very many seats for a McDonalds in what is supposed here to be a big city. Strangers sat with me as I ate and I overheard one tell the other two that the three of them would kill me on my way home. As I walked home I passed a man sleeping in the open and when I heard a knife cutting flesh behind me I concluded that one of the three tailing me had murdered the man that was asleep. A native Australian Aboriginal girl had just walked past when I heard this and I overheard her approach to the killer and her last words "You won't leave Australia alive you know" and then again that awful sound. I suppose that I must have appeared oblivious to these happenings behind me as I continued walking. As I reached a corner two young men rounded the curve and one looked at me saying "Hello Sir". "Good Day Sir" I replied, lowering my head humbly as they passed. Behind me one asked, maybe the same one, asked "Should I?" and I said yes quietly and heard a gun pop at the same time. The British knifeman, I conclude, had been executed by an Australian Republican soldier. Thank GOD for this Republican sense of right and wrong. There is no way that a policeman could have prevented that assassin from killing me without some sort of fault found. These Australian Republicans have saved my life many times. Today one of my friends that lives at the same homeless shelter as me seemed to have disappeared. If I don't see him tomorrow then I will conclude that the 'Royal Perth hospital' have murdered him because he is called Amir in his homeland, Afghanistan. Tonight I have come to my friends place to stay over but my Tamikah will not sleep with me so I'm on the couch writing this. Have a safe day, Love.