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i don't really know when i fully became conscious of it. i had a terrible hangover, and remember waking up several times, seeing him packing his stuff, but not really thinking much of it. and then getting up again and realizing that he had been gone for some time... i wandered downstairs from the second story room we had rented and out to the street. nowhere to be found. strange. an old man at the hotel gestured with his hand... waving down the street with an air of finality as if to say. "he went that way and he ain't coming back..." strange. i went upstairs to get my things... looked for my keys... on the floor, must have fallen there last night. gathered all my things and went back down to pack up jesse for the day. hmm... still no sign of patrick. looking in my wallet, i realized that i needed some cash. i got my keys and unlocked my secret lockbox, up underneath the frame... opened the bank pouch with my cash.... "what the...." nearly $2200 gone!!!! yes, that dirty dog patrick robbed me blind. patrick is now public enemy #1. his name is patrick bird, or so i think.... pretty sure his last name is bird... his first name might be shane tho.... all this time i had been ready for every eventuality... extra careful, multiple redundancies... and when i get robbed its by a fucking gringo that i brought with me! ahh... sweet irony. today sucks. but onwards i go... |
May
14, 2003