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Me and Ronnie was sittin' round on the beach in Fiji. Yeah, we did a couple lines that some bloke gave to me. No idea what it was, but it did the trick. Topped it off with a little smoke and sat around watching the world rotate on its axis, except my view wasn't as complete as I wanted it to be. I looked around for a better vantage point and found this beautiful palm tree.

Now, climbing trees is second nature to me. I once had to climb a tree in Sydney to escape a situation that easily could have ended badly. You see, me and dirty Paulie thought it would be funny to nick a slappy from this squib who was downing doubles. We did it for a laugh. Only problem was that he ended up being a hooligan looking for a row and we was his target. Never call a touser a touser when he's ready to toss you on your arse. He must have chased us for two miles before I climbed a tree to escape. Fat bastard couldn't make it up. Looking like a pig on a farm. Had to sleep up in that tree for sixteen days before he finally gave up. Wrote a song about it though called "Come Down Again," which was later released on Goats Head Soup.

Anyway, back to Fiji, so I climbed this palm tree and was looking out at the world, when I saw this sweet black angel and fuck me if it looked exactly like that pounce Mick. I couldn't believe it. I finally see the fookin face of death and it looks like that twat. That's when I lost me balance. Feel twenty-six feet and landed on me head. They say it was a mild concussion, but was nothing but a mere flesh wound really. I wasn't bothered at all. Nothing that smokin' a bit of me father's ashes couldn't fix in a minute. He's like super-aspirin and will cure anything that ailes ya.