2004 a street odyssey
weekend of April 16th-18th,...Ironic how quickly a situation can change from timeless to tragic. A relaxing weekend to a brutal odyssey. 3 days in the subherbs of Las Vegas, now with no car and no money....both virtually stolen in 3 hours. What am i doing here? What mistake was soo bad as to change one short weekend into a mission of survival. Sin City was the last place i wanted to be stranded in and starving for more than just food. Starving for home, a friendly face, anything...We were on our own and losing our kewl by the minute.Through Stolen cars, drug dealers, and broken toes just to end up where we started? I knew at that moment and realized, no test taken in school prepares you for this. Beyond all the glits and glamour of Las Vegas is an evil so pure and untainted. Just straight hatered toward those in need....After a series of failed attempts to devise a way out... i had found myself face to face with the last, and 2 most important pair of quarters i would ever know. Slipping the coins in the pay phone with nothing but hope left in my body, it rings 3 times and she pickes up.... A gleam of light poured over the towering casinos....My ticket home at last. LV to LA in 5 hours....But it wasnt over yet, now we were stranded in LA, at night with more than a fair share of transvestite Janet Jackson impersonators (disgruntled looking by the way). I had to get this kid back home, alive. Weather i go home or not. Luckily there was at least one noble person out of all the horrible people i met on the streets... A perfect stranger for one reason....that is, the only time you have ever spent with a perfect stranger, has been that person helping you, then you never see them again...THus the name Perfect stranger....We followed him to El Monte on the bus, then he vanished....I kissed the floor when i got off, and slowly walked home. Well, my original home....But im glad stuff like this happens to people...It shows you that no matter what gaggle of bullshit you get into, you must always keep faith, and your composure even if it was faith and composure that got you into this in the first place. And now i believe that its not a right for me to be where im at, Its a privilage... Its not my car (gone now), my clothes or my money, that mean anything.... All that matters are the people. From the perfect strangers to the best friends, and everything in between.*=RD=*