18.
   The idiots were all naked now. They stripped me and pushed me up against some kind of wooden yoke on a wall. Below me a jungle stretched to dark mountains beyond. They forced my arms up to the yoke and tied them with leather straps. The whole thing looked like some sort of trite Hollywood set. They started dancing like Josephine Baker and chanting “Dub Ya! Dub Ya! Dub Ya!” It was a Berchtesgarten Bierfest, a Crawford Ranch barbecue. I kicked and struggled and spat at them, then my eyes focused and I looked down. It must have been fifty feet to the floor of the forest. OK, I thought. It’s a dream, a pizza and late night movie. This was so ridiculous I would have burst out laughing if I weren’t scared shitless.

   The trees in the jungle below started bobbing and flailing. An ungodly roar echoed out of the jungle. I struggled and slammed against the wooden yoke. This was not going to happen. I was not going to be the victim of these insane idiots. I didn’t care how unreal the whole thing was, it wasn’t going to get any worse. I was going to escape. I was going to throw all these rich, naked jerks off the wall. I was going to find a gun and blow the head off whatever the hell was in that God damned jungle below me.