raza
I had to make a last minute booze run to my cachaça dealer - they said there was something’ wrong with the press and were runnin’ behind on deliveries. A shitty time for the press to go down, but the people love it and I can charge more, so I bit the bullet and went out to the farm. The sun is goin’ down and I’m hurryin’ as best I can with a basket’a clinkin’ bottles on my back, runnin’ through a mental list of the things I still need to do when I get back.
An’ to be honest, I’m not payin’ much attention either, relyin’ on others to get out of my way as I walk with a very strong sense ofpurpose back up the coast to Haulani. There’s a noise - maybe an early firework? - that takes me by surprise. Either a firework or Apopo is at it again, so I turn my head to look up at the mountain, searching for smoke or sparks, and as a reuslt -
Boom. Collision.
It’s mostly a shoulder check, but I stumble and the carefully balanced weight’a my bag almost tips me over. I manage to catch myself, but scowl and growl at the person. “Oy, fucker. Watch where yer goin!”
An’ to be honest, I’m not payin’ much attention either, relyin’ on others to get out of my way as I walk with a very strong sense ofpurpose back up the coast to Haulani. There’s a noise - maybe an early firework? - that takes me by surprise. Either a firework or Apopo is at it again, so I turn my head to look up at the mountain, searching for smoke or sparks, and as a reuslt -
Boom. Collision.
It’s mostly a shoulder check, but I stumble and the carefully balanced weight’a my bag almost tips me over. I manage to catch myself, but scowl and growl at the person. “Oy, fucker. Watch where yer goin!”
