I decide to walk to the party. I need exercise as I am eating way too much. It is dark. My friends forbid me to walk alone during the day. They assume I will not do it at night. They assign people to watch over me to ensure I do not wander away and to protect me. My bodyguards carry hammers and who knows what else. I know NOT to walk to the party as it is in a bad area that is desolate. I leave my passport and money hidden in my room and begin my foolish walk. Being tough is not enough here. I take a wrong turn and become lost. I try to tell myself I am not in a bad place but graffiti tells me otherwise. Finally, I am tired and decide to hail a cab. They are afraid to stop. Finally one does. I give him the address. He says no such place. I show him on a map. He will not go there. As we drive and argue I begin to figure out where I am. I tell him to go under the expressway. He will not. He then gets me to sit in the front beside him. He has a weapon. He asks where I go....the name. There is a police compound that looks like a military installation near the party. I say policia and point under the expressway. He relaxes a little and drives through the dreaded tunnel. We get to the police place and I wave him on a bit to the party site. He sees an explosion of people and music. He is much relieved. Then he realizes he has struck the motherlode and shuttles my friends all night long.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 14:11:49 +0000