* * * * * Phang Nga Bay, Thailand Thursday, 13 th April 1995 “YOU’RE DANGEROUS!” Someone bellowed at me on a bullhorn. I was standing in the wheelhouse of a rotting, sinking, Malaysian junk totally mystified. Was he really addressing me? How in hell could I possibly be “DANGEROUS”? Glancing around, attempting to figure this dilemma out, I happened to notice that all the other extras had flattened themselves onto the deck behind crates. One of them looked up at me and muttered, “For Christ sake you’re ‘DANGEROUS,’ dummy! You’re in the shot...get down and hide!” And at this juncture, dear reader, no doubt you’re wondering what in hell have I gotten myself into now? In my defense, may I ...