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On Our Way There

Oh my God!, Isaid to my self; he is so gorgeous. That's what I thought when I sow him for the first time . He had the most beautiful smile ever seen by this mistreated eyes, the day was terrible, I mean you can't expect the caribean to be cold or anything but it was hot as hell. I was dressed acording to the weather, very little from here and there. You, you looked like a pimp, even though I was forever broke, I always hoked you up with the best I could afford.

Well I kept thinking about my peopple's reaction when I and little Keven get there. "Muchacha, cuanto tiempo! y,...ż que me trajiste?... What did you bring me? something they'll never forget to ask. Well I was exited as hell, but you were really a pain on my behind if you really want to know, every five minute you had to do the big job, "and god"! you really did the biggest jobs. And so, we were wating and wating and wating, traveling with those "turists" was a pain on the neck, I mean they expect you to fly with like three luggages and a two year old child., and that really pissed me off. Another thing that worried me was if those girls that weight your things spoke spanish or not. I had been here for a good five years and I could barely say both of our names, and your name was american, that made me so proud. But anyways, them people could make you feel like a bug, just by looking at you.

What happened was that we weren't schedule for that particular flight, they asked a couple of times who wanted to volunteer to go on the next flight, and since I stood quiet they simply chose me. Well that was not much of a big deal, the funny part was when we were on line with all the turists, well they were only a few and you could tell they had money. They were all dressed up specially that one guy I've seen before, he was gorgeous but then I realized he wasn't as nice as he looked.

The tagedy happened right there when that one guy couldn't find his wallet, at the moment I tell you the truth I did not know what the hell was happening until I saw you holding on to something that was not ours. I took it from you and the police had just walked inside the air port, I turned red but not because I was feeling guilty or anything but because I knew they were going to ask me questions and I wasn't going to answer back.I mean I didnt know english.