Captain Australia’s Crime Fighting Journal, Entry#29
I am looking forward to resuming crime patrols as soon as my new boots arrive. If you’ve been following my career, you will know that I’ve been searching for a pair of yellow combat boots for a long time – ideally flame & knife resistant, and sturdy enough for heavy running and leaping.
With the boots that I’ve been wearing, I got a bad blood blister, and the big toenail on my left foot ultimately fell off yesterday. (I wonder how much I could get for it on e-bay? I better keep it in case I become famous later – who knows, it might fund the development of a bullet proof costume).
Joking aside, the injury has made crime patrols non-viable until my replacement boots arrive, so other than documenting my thoughts and musings, there isn’t much to say in my journal these past couple of weeks.
I’ve been using the time to focus hard on health and fitness. So far I’ve dropped about 6k in bodyweight, but I’ve been doing resistance training, so I’ve probably lost more than 6k in fat, just converted some to muscle. (Even so, it will be at least 4-6 weeks to reach my peak goal. I don’t intend to ramble on about it – cardiovascular exercise and dieting is a difficult, tiresome task – it takes hard work and commitment, but it’s ultimately boring: just look at my diminishing gut in the new year, and you’ll see the end result. My goal is ultimately to make myself a more worthy and viable crime-fighter).
During the ‘hero haitus’, I’ve been focussing on my secret identity’s work obligations, which have been quite intensive over these past few weeks. In an ideal world, I’d be Bruce Wayne, independantly wealthy, and I’d use my unlimited funding to get the best possible hero costume and armour, while also using my wealth and influence to fund charities and help science. But I’m not Bruce Wayne, I’m just an Australian man setting out on a journey into the unknown, my simple intention: make the world a better place.
I hope society doesnt ostracise and kill me for my efforts. It’s remotely possible that this journal will one day be used as evidence either in my own criminal prosecution, or in the prosecution of criminals who ultimately take my life.
Knowing these costs, I move forward anyway. My love for my son demands that I stand up and try to make the world a better place. To defy evil, be it criminality, selfishness, deceit, apathy. To try and inspire people, to spread the message that the decadent, self-indulgent world that we live in is not an excuse to disconnect yourself from social responsibility.
In the meantime, while on-break, I’ll look back at some notable encounters from previous crime patrols. Below you’ll see the “Brothers from Cunnamulla”, who exclaim “Holy Shit”, refer to me as a “fucking legend”, then ask me for two dollars (then sing me a country song).
Ultimately, I dedicate myself to Australia, and as indigenous folk, they are in many ways far more Australian than I am, nonetheless I think they are dangerous guys.
