It all started one day when I was sweeping up my kitchen in this little Argentinean hut. A spider about the size of of an earphone plug crawled up my broom and bit me right on the hand. After numerous months of going to the doctors and having them tell me I was in better health than I’d ever been I finally gave up and decided that I had just imagined what had happened. Well I was wrong.
Two years after it had happened I was lying in a hospital bed being diagnosed with a disease that targets the blood platelets. Now it was curable but I couldn't help but wonder what caused this to come about. The doctor said that the disease was injected into my bloodstream about mid-way up my little finger, exactly where the spider had bitten me. She also said that the treatment plan involved about a years worth of chemotherapy.
Over the next year I endured countless chemo treatments and was eventually free of the disease that had kept me bedridden for the past year of my life. I was now thirty two, I had no job, car, or responsibilities left. The only thing that stuck with me over that year of my life where I was completely worthless were the medical bills. Luckily for me about a month after I got out of the hospital I ran into a young nurse that was working at the hospital where I had received treatment. We got to talking and I asked her out for coffee. Now I didn't know this at the time but my life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
We sat there and sipped our coffee for a little while and made plans to catch up for dinner since she had to run an errand. Apparently that errand was stealing american CIA classified documents and selling them to China and Syria. Once again I didn't know this at the time, so I thought nothing of it when she asked me to help her spend some of her “hard earned” money on trips to Mexico, Syria, Libya, and Pakistan. She was Jewish, and even when I was in the hospital she said that she had always wanted to sit on a beach in Mexico watching the tide roll in while sipping on a margarita.
Who would've thought that the CIA would follow us everywhere that we went, so here I am sitting in a cell just wondering how she could blame all of this on me. I didn't even figure all of this out until that nameless agent forced me into that grey interrogation room and started making threats that he couldn't back up. If only I had stayed with my family in England instead of moving to Australia then none of this would've ever happened. I may have never wanted to get followed around everywhere I went, but it sure beats having to spend all of my money getting treatment and being forced to fly halfway around the world and wind up sitting in a CIA cell.
The CIA agent just came back to the cell for me, I wonder where we’re going. He says that he just found new evidence that frees me of all challenges. I wonder if that “evidence” was that I was a relative of British royalty. Either way I didn't care all that I wanted to do is be granted citizenship to any country other than England or Australia. Until that happens Carl, the CIA agent, said that I have two weeks to make arrangements to either get out of the country or be granted U.S. citizenship.
For the time being I’m going to stay as long as possible and then I’m going to move to Canada where hopefully I’ll be able to take citizenship courses and become a Canadian citizen. Who knows maybe I’ll meet someone who won’t try to frame me for stealing secrets from the most powerful government in the world. As for my family I couldn't care less about them, as far as I’m concerned they aren't my family Mags, the woman who raised me in the back of her dinky little inn in the middle of nowhere is my only family. That is only fair for all of the trouble that I caused that sweet old lady.
A week of a half after I left the United States I was taking courses that would grant me citizenship in the great country of Canada. All that was left for me to do now was to touch up on my french and find a place to live, then I would be well on my way to being granted citizenship.
All of the treatments that I had to have completely drained my finances, at the time I couldn't even afford a cardboard box on the side of the road but I’ll find a way to survive.
Two years after it had happened I was lying in a hospital bed being diagnosed with a disease that targets the blood platelets. Now it was curable but I couldn't help but wonder what caused this to come about. The doctor said that the disease was injected into my bloodstream about mid-way up my little finger, exactly where the spider had bitten me. She also said that the treatment plan involved about a years worth of chemotherapy.
Over the next year I endured countless chemo treatments and was eventually free of the disease that had kept me bedridden for the past year of my life. I was now thirty two, I had no job, car, or responsibilities left. The only thing that stuck with me over that year of my life where I was completely worthless were the medical bills. Luckily for me about a month after I got out of the hospital I ran into a young nurse that was working at the hospital where I had received treatment. We got to talking and I asked her out for coffee. Now I didn't know this at the time but my life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
We sat there and sipped our coffee for a little while and made plans to catch up for dinner since she had to run an errand. Apparently that errand was stealing american CIA classified documents and selling them to China and Syria. Once again I didn't know this at the time, so I thought nothing of it when she asked me to help her spend some of her “hard earned” money on trips to Mexico, Syria, Libya, and Pakistan. She was Jewish, and even when I was in the hospital she said that she had always wanted to sit on a beach in Mexico watching the tide roll in while sipping on a margarita.
Who would've thought that the CIA would follow us everywhere that we went, so here I am sitting in a cell just wondering how she could blame all of this on me. I didn't even figure all of this out until that nameless agent forced me into that grey interrogation room and started making threats that he couldn't back up. If only I had stayed with my family in England instead of moving to Australia then none of this would've ever happened. I may have never wanted to get followed around everywhere I went, but it sure beats having to spend all of my money getting treatment and being forced to fly halfway around the world and wind up sitting in a CIA cell.
The CIA agent just came back to the cell for me, I wonder where we’re going. He says that he just found new evidence that frees me of all challenges. I wonder if that “evidence” was that I was a relative of British royalty. Either way I didn't care all that I wanted to do is be granted citizenship to any country other than England or Australia. Until that happens Carl, the CIA agent, said that I have two weeks to make arrangements to either get out of the country or be granted U.S. citizenship.
For the time being I’m going to stay as long as possible and then I’m going to move to Canada where hopefully I’ll be able to take citizenship courses and become a Canadian citizen. Who knows maybe I’ll meet someone who won’t try to frame me for stealing secrets from the most powerful government in the world. As for my family I couldn't care less about them, as far as I’m concerned they aren't my family Mags, the woman who raised me in the back of her dinky little inn in the middle of nowhere is my only family. That is only fair for all of the trouble that I caused that sweet old lady.
A week of a half after I left the United States I was taking courses that would grant me citizenship in the great country of Canada. All that was left for me to do now was to touch up on my french and find a place to live, then I would be well on my way to being granted citizenship.
All of the treatments that I had to have completely drained my finances, at the time I couldn't even afford a cardboard box on the side of the road but I’ll find a way to survive.