Memories of La Paz, Bolivia
I awoke with two missing front teeth. Looking into the police mirror, I exclaimed, “I’ve never seen so much blood.” My tux was and white shirt was the color of a red rose. That I had just woken up from a night out of town was a sort of wild. Me, I was wondering what happened. The police car door was open. So I got out and wandered down to the riot police dogs’ area. I was in a sort of panic. I was in a third world country and missing two front teeth, and I hoped the blood was all mine. I doubted I had hurt anyone. At this time the police realized I had walked away from the car to the riot dogs. I had backed myself up to the cage and was trying to figure out if they were the ones responsible for my present state. I backed up to the largest cage and when three police officer came to get me. I could not speak the local language and basically stated I trusted the dogs more than them and opened the cage. Teh police ran for their lives. Me? I picked the small pony of the dog up and threw it at them. The dog turned around, looked at me with enormous eyes at what I had just done, and then I thought of Bully Wikle and Rocky squirrel program. So I stuffed my arm down its throat. The dog’s eyes grew even bigger. Coming to my senses. I thought to myself, “This will never happen again, I promise.” I pulled my arm out of the dog’s mouth, picked it up and put it back in the cage. Explaining this to my boss the next day, “And that is my story, would I lie to you?"