I was leaving my apartment building this morning when I saw a man run across the street. He clutched a soda and started shouting at me:
Sodaman: “Hey, can you hold the door for me?”
Me: “Uh, sure.
Sodaman: “Thanks. I live in apartment #45…just don’t want the police to come and…”
Me: “Oh, so you’re my new downstairs neighbor! Well, I apologize for my dogs in advance. They might bark…”
Sodaman: “Oh don’t worry. We are all natives so things are about to get crazy! Just knock on the door and tell them Reed sent you. Oh, and if it’s an old drunk guy just take him into the hallway. Don’t be scared…”
Me: “Oh, I’m from Miami – trust.”
Sodaman: “I got you. I just got back from Washington…”
Looks like I’m in for another long summer…
Earlier: Yesina gets arrested, and Yesina gets arrested again.