Medellin (Bogota) – Sat 13th

It was one of those nights; torn between many people, places, and a bad habit re-emerged. Indecision was worst again and multiplied with our 6 friends. Time wastes as we waste time. Bogota sprawls and our directions to the taxi driver are no more than hearsay. We arrive, though. How could we not? Any destination is an arrival when you have no destination in mind. We drink cheap rum, cheap beers, and search for good times and women for which these deserve. We find nothing but bright lights, poker tables, and an exciting hole to throw our money. Near 4AM and we leave the Crown obviously crownless. The streets are packed full of people waiting for a way home, or like me, a god-damn beer less than 3 dollars. It seems a lot and is in this place. Even a ten dollar taxi seems like a loss and it takes getting back to Martinik to console all these with a win from my boys and a ticket to the final. It was all worth it.

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