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Everyday; the same day. Everyday falling asleep with a fan on and no ac. Then ac comes on in the morning with a timer, and then I find myself waking up in Elementary, and covering myself with a sheet.
Last night I think was one of the funniest and most controversial nights I've had since being in panama. I was busy talking about the world's, and how they'd be ricied if I decided to make a run for it. The night became memorable when the one guy showed me his gun. Apparently It doesn't matter how "vite je peux courir maintenant". I'd have to say that I had alot of fun with the situation. Something you would see on a movie, and I was doing it just for my own laugh. I would spill it, but I can't.
Shakira, huh. I'll give it to you, you are beunito, and I guess you did deserve the last laugh. Well what you thought was the last laugh. You missed out on me getting escorted across town by the men in black, so I still think that I had the last one. The night only gets funnier, with a taxi ride. Cab drivers, always trying to scam you for the extra dollar. unlike most times, this guy was making me really mad; I lost it in french, using words like Criminal, and Satan. After I had mind punched him a few times, and I could tell he was getting uncomfortable, I counted my losses, and got out.
What I still can't figure out though, is that it had the makings to be such a good night, and then it ends abruptly with a fight and an empty wallet. Kind of like a last minute uncomfortable kick. Although I'm out of my comfort zone I at least figured out what business I need to get into. Funny that before said that, I already knew how to make it happen. Actually I'm already in that business, just on the wrong side of it.
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