FOR THE DEAD PART TWO: THE BALI NINE In 2001 I met at least one person who would later become a member of the Bali Nine drug smuggling syndicate. I was living in Auchenflower Brisbane and I was 18 years old. There was a house near the Auchenflower train station where I would go to smoke with some old pensioners. One night there was a party of sorts at a house next door, I remember being informed of the party and invited. So I went to the party, I didn't just wander in randomly. At some point in the evening I entered a room where there were two people I would later see on television, years later in 2004, as people involved in the Bali Nine drug smuggling attempt. What I want to say is I was invited to Bali. But it did not happen at this party, and I was not informed of the intention to smuggle drugs back to Australia. It happened one day at the house of the old pensioners next door. A person who would later be imprisoned in Bali said the words "Come to Bali" when I wa...
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FOR THE DEAD PART ONE: DANIEL MORCOMBE The first time I saw the missing person posters for 14 year old Daniel Morcombe was in Toowong Brisbane in early 2004. My parents had moved to Tasmania and I had moved to Toowong, previously I was at Auchenflower. When I saw the photo of Daniel holding a glass of milk, I remembered one night in 2001 when a male acquintance, whom I will call A., visited me at my flat in Auchenflower and took me for a long drive in his car- I don't know where to. What I remembered, or thought I remembered, is a boy in the back seat of A.'s car who looked like Daniel. That night A. took me to a house he was living at and there were other young people there of both sexes. So in 2004 I stood there looking at this missing person photo of 14 year old Daniel Morcombe and tried to remember that night from three years previous. Could it have been the same boy? He would only have been 11 years old then, the details of that night in 2001 were blurry in my ...
Quetzalcoatl's Eyes This painting symbolises how two men who I thought were my friends betrayed my trust and humiliated me in my own home. Strangely the incident was almost a reinactment of a humiliation four teenagers enacted on me in year 8 of high school. Is there no man I can trust? Is every man intent on humiliating me? Is every friend a talking snake?
