
It was during this strange transition in my life where I was uncomfortable with my life choices and wanted more from life. At the time I was staying in Phuket town, Thailand at the Patra Mansion Hotel/Apartments. Life was great, room service everyday, a giant pool downstairs and people with similar interests everywhere you look.
At this point in my life I wanted to go visit Japan and since my visa run was coming up this was the perfect time to visit or move to Japan. Upon my visa run, this time I was traveling alone without my mate NIC. Cant really remember why. but he was going to join me a week later in Malaysia.

– Lady sniffing glue outside the hostel.
First Day there life was great, decided to stay two weeks to relax and Hangout with some of my Party friends that side as that’s all visa runs really were, one crazy party.
1 night I met this guy, Lets call him Peter for his sake. English guy with enough money to travel the world and still have some. Well at least that’s what I thought. Later that evening at about 2am all the bars had closed we suggested to go home. Once On the scooter taxi on the way home he decide to take a video of us as any good tourist does in the center of dodgy town at 2am. Seconds go by and I hear him stopping the scooter and screaming “They Took It!” Over and over again. He then proceeded to kick the steel garage door we were parked next to threatening the driver to get his phone back. As he assumed the driver was in on it. Which in fact he was.

(- One drunken night with a good friend.)
We decided to walk home as it was just down the block. On the way home we passed one last bar. As one does after the night we had. Idiots we were. Sat there for about 5 min and a Malaysian biker gang of 6 Skinny men on Scooter stopped by demanding we leave with them. I told Peter this is not a situation he will be able to handle alone and so the security at the bar chases them away giving us time to bolt down the street and disappear in our hotel.
On the way to “Tipsy Tiger” Only the best hostel in George Town. We began to give it some speed. At we reached the back entrance to the hotel. We both heard the noise of a scooter getting closer and closer. And there he was, our original driver/gang member. Trying to force Peter onto the bike with force.
At this very moment i realized this oak Peter comes from Europe, cant defend himself. And lacks in mean muscle. Now I’m no gym bunny but I do come from Johannesburg in South Africa.
I wack this driver/gang member over the head with a closed beer can. I then shoved Peter into the hostel but the driver came back for another chance, somehow cutting my arm open I was done. Time for rage! I started bashing this man over the head time and time again repeating how easily I can kill him in a Demonic voice feeling more and more powerful with every hit.
Once my possession of some sort was over when locked the door of the hostel. To my surprise the owner had called protection of 10 Bikers and when I went out side to see if they caught the Gang member. He was being pulled off the roof as he was trying to break in to get us.

(-Photo I took as they handcuffed the gang Member.)
Basically I spent the night at the station giving my side of the story and expressing it was in self defense. Heavily intoxicated too.
Drove back the next day in a taxi with no chairs and requested to leave the island by the Police. I spent the next two weeks hiding myself in a hotel room with the presence of a gang member, sitting outside just as a reminder that if I step foot outside they will get me.
Mayalsia, all fun and games until someone gets there phone stolen.
Yours Jesse




