How to kill a man with a pen

Trip Start Jan 09, 2007
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Trip End Jan 17, 2007


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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

We wake, pack, find a bank, buy tickets to San Jose, get fruit and pastry, and sit in the park for breakfast.  A man reeking of beer approaches and begs for money for "coffee".  We say no but he persists and wants to know why.  We hold firm and he storms off.  A lady across from us with 2 kids makes a face and gestures at the man.  She tells us in Spanish that he didn't want coffee, he wanted to get drunk. We smile and nod in understanding.  Drunks are the same everywhere.  Alcoholism is not biased.
We check out and head to the bus.  At noon we are headed to San Jose.
~random thought on the bus~
The men behind me are speaking so loudly!  I don't understand people who feel the need to speak so that everyone in 30 feet can hear their conversation.  Really!  YOU ARE NOT THAT INTERESTING! It makes me have vulgar and immoral thoughts of thrusting my pen into his carotid artery.  In this fantasy the others on the bus are so relieved and grateful they turn away and do nothing to help him as he gasps, shocked, for breath.  His face turns red, blood drains from his mouth and nose, his eyes become bloodshot.  Eventually I decided he doesn't really have to suffer like that, so I crush his trachea.  His eyes roll back into his head and I calmly return to my book~
We arrive in San Jose and catch a taxi to Kabata Hostel.  It's like a homecoming!  The staff is so glad to have us back.  We go out for sushi then attempt to finish up our souvenir shopping to no avail.  Everything closes at 8pm.  Guess maybe we are done!  Back at the hotel we Internet.
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I love how 'internet' has become a verb. Bravo!

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