Running Riot

Woo, that was a tougher run than normal. I should probably give a little more priority to sleeping in the days to come. Hmm, some cops seemed to have set up shop on the street. AWWWW NAAAAWW! Really!?

“Disculpe señor, cuando empezó la wea?”

“Hace treinta minuto”

Agg CTM!

The battle line between the capucheros and the Pacos falls directly on the mark where the front door gives access to the street. So take a detour, in running shorts, shirt, and shoes, and arrive behind the mass on the student side of the battlefield. They’re all dressed in black cold autumn clothes which perfectly accents your pasty white ass like a shadow left on a wall after Hiroshima.

From this side you can see the looted furniture ablaze and smoke billowing from tear-gas canisters. Well, shit. You could wait about 2 hours until the end of their game and freeze your ass off as your body temperature cools down…or pass through the middle and grab your camera to snap some shots. Option 2. No contest.

Now, for the dismount into the fracas. Should I pass through running as if I didn’t notice the disturbio or… Oh crap! There’s your Pipón emerging from the apartment building. So, suavamente you pick your way through the ranks and walk up to him as if you’re just crossing the plaza.

“Sarkis culeado! Qué haces? Sabes que hoy es el 21 de mayo!”

“Ahora sí”

And snap, snap, snap.

EQ count:
1/6: 6.4
24/6: 4.6