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After he shot and killed Mayez Dany, Wally Ahmad took the bolt, but didn’t last long in hiding, for the coppers collared him less than three months later, and he was charged with cold-blooded murder.
So was Sam Ibrahim, who had arranged for Dany to attend the meeting that lead to his death that some blokes in the Bug reckon was well-deserved, although a cove like me who likes to keep his head ducked well under cover would never concur with such a view.
And then all of a sudden things took a strange turn.
Sam’s charges were softly and silently dropped. Instead of being sentenced as a killer, Sam copped a suspended lag for being an accessory to the crime.
Wally was allowed to plead to manslaughter, despite the incontrovertible evidence that he produced a pistol and shot Mayez Dany dead in cold blood.
His manslaughter offence – in fact his series of offences, for he also nodded to the bashings of Hammoud, his cousin, and the other bloke in the chop shop – carry a maximum sentence of 25 years.
Lucky Wally Ahmad copped a bottom lag of just seven years.
And thus the events of today were set in train.
The joke of a judge who banged the gavel – a rogue named Roderick ‘Rocket Roddy’ Howie , who once decried light sentences for pissed punters propelling motor cars while mashed, proclaiming that ‘drink-driving amounts to socially irresponsible behaviour of a very significant degree” later got drugged off his dial and as pissed as a parrot and crashed into two cars and a truck while three times over the limit.
Howie copped just 100 hours community service, thus proving that what goes around comes around, which is not very much at all.
Unless you’re Wally Ahmad of course.
Then what comes around hurts.
For the dead feel no pain, none at f*cking all.
A bullet in the head does that to you mate, don’t you worry about that.
In fact don’t you worry about that at all digger.
Cos you can’t.
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt.