The Wrong Hotel

Posted on March 26, 2009
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Being the only two unoblivious and American people at the foreign island hotel is not always a good thing. Finding out that two young girls were murdered while you were there is a bit uncomfortable. Finding out who did it and finding out that they know you know who did it is even more unsettling.

A black/tan security guard and a guy who looks like Steve Buscemi were responsible. We found the girls ID’s and put together folders of info. They found out we knew when we were outside witnessing giant whales being hauled close to the shore, then exploded to release the schools of whiting and tuna that they ate, so the fisherman could net them in and sell them to other areas.

It was most probable an illegal way to net the fish, which is why we were asked to go inside, only for the guilty to try to escort us to our rooms, but we went to the lobby instead. We knew he was guilty because he kept looking up at a window and signalling what looked like yes and no.

The girl I was with was there on her own for vacation, just as I was. I go back to the beach where the guard is watching the fishing explosion. I pull him aside and tell him I know. He said he knows. I said in exchange for all the documents I have, we’ll forget about it and head home to our country. “It doesn’t work that easy. Bring us two more girls. Virgins.” “Where the fuck am I going to find two virgins? People start fucking when they’re like 14!” “Then so be it. Find them.”

At this point I make calls home to people telling them the story, sending cell phone pictures of the documents and evidence and photos of the two culprits and the ID’s of the girls they dismantled. This is incase we don’t make it home, that they’ll have some sort of grounds for justifying our bodies and legally ass fucking the sick bastards.

Dream ends here.

Next I’m in the Halo 3 map with camp froman, inside the base playing lacrosse with guys from Kutztown and 380, and we’re doing a last man with the ball type of game before everyone leaves at 3pm to beat the traffic home from the Halo map. I say bye to people at a picnic table inside, and talk to some girls, tell a fat girl bye even though I don’t know you – and another girl says “that’s rude.” Ok, rude but true – I don’t know her. So I say my name and move to the skinnier girls and hang out with them for a bit. Shallow…I know…but skinny girls look better in bed.

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