Live the same

We got busted! In our hands was the weapon of the crime — a golf club. For a while, we had this silent standoff with the security guards. But one of them — I think he was the boss — started yelling at us.

I don’t know why, but we found it hilarious, and at some point, we just couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. That really pissed him off. The other two guards were just standing off to the side, saying nothing.

The angry one kept shouting, definitely threatening us, though we only understood bits and pieces... and we just stood there like idiots, laughing our heads off. 😄

He grabbed the golf club from my friend and started trying to bend it — he was that mad. But we realized that if he could’ve done something to us, he already would have. And us laughing only made it worse.

Not that we were trying to mock him — it just kind of happened.

After bending the club, he called us some not-so-nice names (we did know those Spanish words 😅) and walked off. So we just went home.

I don’t even know what to write next yet. Honestly, I’ve never had a blog… is that what they still call it these days? 😄 I’m too old for this shit… hahaha. But here I am, still posting regularly for the last six months, five days a week, and keeping it under 350 characters each time – that’s already about 50,000 characters.

Google says the average book is between 100,000 and 300,000 characters, so I’m guessing I’m halfway to a paperback that you can find in a trash can for a few cents. 😄 Add in the 120-150 photos I’ve posted, and that could bump up the page count – and maybe even raise the price a bit!

I’m not even sure if I like doing this, but I plan to keep going as long as I have a few stories left. The most exciting ones are probably already there, but that doesn't mean what comes next will be boring. I just need to transfer more photos to my laptop to spice things up a bit.