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March 23, 2005
USA Cont.
The cigarettes arrived, Marlboro lights. None of that perforated filter shit, this was the real deal. I would require an incendiary device of some sort. Usually I would reach for my Zippo lighter, but with new laws coming into place, I opted not to run the risk of having it taken away by those damnable customs agents.
Sassy informed me that she had a weapon suitable for the job, at her house. These cancer sticks would have to wait.
As our journey continued onward I noticed a roadsign that said:
SLOW
CHILDREN.
I made note of this information. It would prove to be useful in a later situation.
We arrived at Sassy's house and bundled out of the car. The next moments are a blur as I took my bags inside as quickly as possible, only to be confronted by one of Sassy's brothers.
We immediately took our stances, before throwing up some gang signs. Of course, neither of us are in a gang - this was purely a way for us to greet eachother without actually touching. Eww.
"Fo sheazle, my weasel" I screeched.
With the ceremony, and the first step in my journey complete, I was able to relax more, and the rest of the night blurred into "sleep".
[...more to follow...]
Posted by skoo on March 23, 2005 02:54 PM
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