Guy Nespina

He pointed a gun at me.

The cop pointed a gun at me.

He said, what are you doing here?

The bizarre things.

I looked at the gun and I thought,

38 special, three inch barrel, needs a fucking good clean and should be re-blued.

And I'm thinking, this guy's pointing a gun at me and I'm deciding, oh God, I'm an idiot.

Anyway, he really wasn't too concerned.

I thought, God, I'm a foreigner, I shouldn't be here.

I think he was more interested in looking for Filipinos, members of the Le Bang movement, rather than me.

But shit, only me and my laundry man will know how frightened I really was.

The agency, as I understood it, the guys that I was dealing with, were quite pleased to see, they were keen to see Marcos gone, you know, because he was a dictator and that some of the people around him, like General Fabian Verre,

These were not nice people.

These are not blokes you'd have home for a beer.

Marcos, not so much, but some of the people around him were pretty bad.

The agency sort of thought this would be a good thing to clean out the Philippines and get the democracy back on its feet.

The Pentagon, not so much because they had Subic Bay and Clark Air Base.

And I'd been up to Clark on a, theoretically, doing some business.

And I managed to get onto the base and talk to people.

Of course, the Soviets were fascinated that I was able to go and do that.