Jasper returned with the red hot machete, and knelt down in front of the tied up thief. Fred stood behind him with his double barrel shotgun over his shoulder. Wesley watched on carefully, holding Fred’s dog back on a leash. And granny seemed to be taking a nap in the back of Wesley’s car. Michael and I stood slack jawed, pondering on just how messy this was going to get.

After wanting to track down the thief and break his bones I began to realise that we were in very bad company that wanted to not only teach him a lesson but ensure that he would never take another action again.

The thief writhed with all his might but Fred’s knots were too tight. Jasper held the thief’s head up with a handful of hair and said, “You’re gonna tell us where you’re keeping the stash. Otherwise I’m gonna burn your eyes out. Alright?”

The thief nodded profusely, and so Jasper pulled off the duct tape.

“THEY’RE IN DARGAVILLE! A FEW OF MY BUDDIES STAY UP THERE! THEY STRIP VEHICLES DOWN AND REBUILD THEM!” the thief pleaded, saliva spilling everywhere.

“Where in Dargahole? Addy please?” Wesley ordered, loosening Fred’s dog leash a tad.

“TAKE ME THERE! YOU’VE GOT TO!” The thief pleaded, shying away from the barking dog.

“If you don’t say where I’m gonna burn your eyes out, mate.” Jasper said, edging the machete closer.

“JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE! I’LL SHOW YOU THE WAREHOUSE!” the thief pleaded.

“Tell me where the warehouse is.”

“THEY WON’T LET YOU IN UNLESS I KNOCK!”

“I can’t really let you off that easy man I need to trust you, how can I trust you?”

“I’LL LET HIM KNOW I'M ON MY WAY! TELL HIM TO HAVE A FEW CARS READY! IF I DON'T ARRIVE FIRST NO ONE'S GETTING IN THEY’RE LOADED TO SHIT!”

Jasper lowered the machete, “How many cars are there?”

The thief began to heave and throw up violent vomit, “There’s enough cars for each of you.” he said looking around at us.

Shit, he’s seen my face. That can’t be good.

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Jasper stood up and burned the thief free from his rope restraint using the machete. The thief dropped onto his hands and knees and then rose to his feet. Fred kept his barrel aimed at the thief’s legs.

Jasper put his face inches away from the thief’s and said, “You’re gonna take us to this warehouse and you’re going to hand over all of the vehicles. Any quick moves and you won’t walk away from this. Understand?”

The thief wiped his chin free of vomit and nodded his head, “I understand.”

Jasper opened his car door and sunk into the driver seat. Wesley woke up his grandmother and carried her inside Fred’s shack. Fred stuffed the thief into the boot and moved back inside the shack. Wesley returned and rode shotgun, and Michael and I sat in the back.

“Where are we going?” Wes asked Jasper.

Jasper froze, “Open that centre arm rest.”

I opened the centre armrest which exposed a gap into the boot.

The thief stuffed his head through, “Let me sit in the back!!

“Not a chance! Sit tight, it’s a long way to Dargaville, we’ll let you know when you’re needed.” Jasper spat.

He then turned to Michael and I, “You can shut that thing now.”

Michael jammed the thief’s head back and then closed the arm rest. Jasper reversed his car through the bog and left for the dirt road through the next of greenery once more.

While I was sitting in that car on the ride over to Dargaville, I was reminded of the car thief in the boot only with the occasional loud thud in the boot. Which made me question not only what was going through his head now, but what was going through his mind when he decided to try and pull off such a heist.

Here is my second poem, inspired by the potential motive of the car thief.

I found this bike down the river man,

I’ll swap it for some stuff,

I just sold my car bro I need your help,

Please give me some stuff I’m sick,

I have a bunch of rings my Aunty left for me,

I’ll swap em for a puff,

I need it quick man please don’t be a fuckwit,

My life sucks man you’re making it worse,

Just give it to me mate or I’ll haunt your fuckin life,

Just give me abit man I don’t need much,

You need people like me,

You need people like me motherfucker,

Give me what I want or I’ll take everything you have,

Break your hands and drink all your liquor,

You’ll never be able to get away from me,

I like your TV man would look better in my living room,

If you ever cross me I’ll hunt you down and kill you,

I’ll be the last thing you ever see,

Keep that in your head next time you sleep,

I’m the fuckin boogeyman of your life,

Give me what I want or I’ll burn your house down with you and your family in it,

I need it,

I need rock,

I’m serious,

It’s your fault I’m like this,

If you weren’t so fucked up I wouldn’t have this habit,

Probably woulda turned out way better if it weren’t for you,

Just give me what I need,

It’s all I want,

I’m not gonna stop I can’t,

Get that through your thick fuckin head,

Please.