How a Mental Illness is Gained Part III

By Jason Pomery

The author of this book suffers from a severe mental

illness called, "schizophrenia." Please do not take the writings in this book seriously. The author supposedly repented to God in front of a crowd of people back in 2008. Immediately, after he repented, so

• Language: English
• Publisher: Global Summit House
• Release date: Sep 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781636499796

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How a Mental Illness is Gained

Part III

Jason Pomery

Copyright © Jason Pomery.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by reviewers, who may quote brief passages in a review.

ISBN: 978-1-63649-982-6 (Paperback Edition)

ISBN: 978-1-63649-985-7 (Hardcover Edition)

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Some characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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2008 October, on a Thursday night out at the Hunny Moon nightclub, Darwin City Australia NT, Jack Peterson, sat with his fiancée, Elizabeth Berk. He was in a bad mood after just coming from another nightclub where a bouncer literally told his fiancée to fuck off! Jack was that annoyed that he was in the mood to fight anyone who starts on him. Midnight came, the start of the Friday morning, a gang of fifteen young men walked into the nightclub. They looked tough and were Aboriginal with light skin but there was one dark one out of them. His name was Albert Johnson, he was from, Numbulwar Community, but lived in the next, Community called Roper. Jack knew Albert pretty well, from when he was a boy. They used to play-fight together, but were best of friends. Jack and Albert were related to each other.

Albert came up to Jack and shook hands with him.

‘How are you?’ Jack asked Albert.

‘Good,’ Albert replied.

‘So, you made it?’

Jack spoke to Albert earlier on, Thursday afternoon. Albert told Jack that he would be going out to the Hunny Moon tonight. Jack told Albert, that he’ll see him there.

Jack and Albert, sat around a table drinking rum and coke. Jack’s fiancée, Elizabeth, had the money to buy the drinks and she was drinking, too. The gang were sitting at the next table a few metres away. There was an eighteen-year-old in the gang who was six-foot-two weighing around a hundred and twenty kilograms. He was a boxer and was the strongest in the gang. Therefore, that made him boss and leader of the gang. His name was, Kane Wilson. Jack knew his father, Scott Wilson, from, Groote Eylandt, and Albert knew Cane and his father, as well. That’s why Albert was amongst the gang but was more of a peaceful man.

Out from nowhere some White Australian lady came up to Jack and handed him a pipe packed with marijuana. Jack hesitated and told the woman, no.

‘Just smoke it! She demanded. Just smoke it!’

Jack, was forced to take it. He was worried about the bouncers who were standing behind him but did what the little woman demanded. After a couple of cones, Jack felt very calm and was happy. He wondered why the bouncers did nothing. People could smell it all through the nightclub. The gang did not like it and wondered what was so special about, Jack.

Then, it struck him. Jack, knew that this is the night he had to repent to God. Everything was exactly what he prayed for, a month earlier. The little woman giving him marijuana and the gang walking in. This is the night. I have to repent to, God, in front of everyone here in this club, Jack thought. Drunk and stoned out of his head and getting paranoid. He knew that he had to fight the gang after the club closes. Please, be with me Lord and do not fail me, he prayed earnestly in his head. Right, I have to drink less if I’m going to have any chance of winning tonight, he thought.

Jack, drank less and prepared himself mentally for the closing time at, 4:00 am.

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4:00 am arrived, and the nightclub was closing. Jack, was the last clubber out of the nightclub. He deliberately stayed behind finishing off his drink and cigarette, because he knew what was going to happen as soon as he walked out. The bouncers let him finish. Then, Jack went outside into the Darwin Mall, and sure enough, they, (the gang) started on him. Jack looked around to see where they were.

One young lad, who was sitting on a brick platform that surrounded a big mahogany tree in the distance, asked roughly.

‘What the fuck are you looking at poofter?’

That got Jack started. So, he walked with his fiancée acting like he’s going home in the direction near to the young man who said it to him. As Jack was close he turned to him and put one foot on the platform (which rose one and a half foot off the ground) and looked him in the eyes.

‘Say, that again,’ Jack said to the young man.

The young man did not know what to say. He was shocked that, Jack, was right there in his face telling him to say it again.

‘Do, you know that you’re coward? When I was over there, you could give me cheek, but now I’m right here in your face and you don’t do a thing! You’re too scared to even stand up and defend yourself. The only time you’re gonna stand up is when he (Cane) comes over. See, how much of a coward you are? Well, I’ll answer your question . . . I don’t know what I’m looking at. What the fuck were you looking at me for, in order for you to ask me that stupid fuckin question in the first place?!’

The young man sat on the platform not knowing what to do.

‘Trying to increase his chances of getting a root. That’s all you said it for! So, who’s the poofter now? Do you know that other people around the world have got other things on their mind to worry about? They don’t want to be worrying about dickheads like you. Do you know that there are bad things happening around the world at the moment and that the world might be coming to an end? Haven’t you been watching the news about climate change? What about these ice caps melting and all this water filling up around here? And what the fuck are you gonna to do about it?’

Still, the young man sat there unsure of what to do. People in the crowd started to chuckle. The rest of the gang stood back and watched. They as well didn’t even know what to do.

So, Jack kept speaking.

‘Why, is it always got to be a typical Aboriginal who starts it? No one who is non-Aboriginal here started on me tonight. You are a typical bully. You’re just as bad as a terrorist. Do you know that?’

The young man looked at Jack in shock to what he’d just said.

Jack continued speaking.

‘Well, if you’re out terrorizing society. Then you’re a fuckin terrorist then aren’t you? You are the typical type of person who would bully other kids at school. Just, because they were doing better than you. Am I right? I thought bullies only existed at school. But no, they’re still out here, even when we grow up!’

‘That’s right,’ an elderly man called out from the crowd.

Jack, was furious and wanted to jump on the young man sitting on the brick platform and start punching, but he held himself back. Jack’s fiancée, Elizabeth, was standing nearby behind Jack when he was speaking. She was fairly drunk and didn’t know what to think. The leader of the gang, Cane, stood at a distance not knowing when to make a move.

Jack continued.

‘Do, you know that when you do something stupid, you ruin it for the people who look like you or are related to you. So, if your Aboriginal and you carry on, get drunk, and do stupid things such as looking for fights with people. Then, you are making all Indigenous people in Australia look bad. You are the type of bastard that ruins it for me! Don’t you know that? You ruin it for Kathy Freeman, Anthony Mundine, the Yothu Yindi singer, all the great Indigenous football players and most importantly yourself. See, do you understand now? That’s why it is very important for us Aboriginal people to be good, otherwise, you ruin it for the others who are being good! Too many times I have seen Aboriginal people here in Australia being stupid. Fighting all the time, calling out abuse, domestic violence, drinking alcohol to the excess, racism and everything else that goes with it. Too, many times I have seen it and I am sick of it.’

The crowd were all listening.

‘And you think just because you have a gang that you’re tough and you’re safe! Look at me; I don’t need a gang to back my arse up!’ Jack said in a rough way.

Cane was standing twenty metres away. Jack, turned to him and said, ‘I’ll come over there and give you a lecture in a minute! You fuckin bastard!’

Cane did nothing other than just stand there. He was scared because, Jack, seemed to be very annoyed and in the mood to kill.

‘You’re all just a bunch of hooligans. Acting like dickheads. Thinking you’re all tough because there’s a group of you. But if one of you were separated; that one would shit his pants if he were tested!’

Jack, looked back at the young man on the platform and asked, ‘How did you get into this club