FREEBIRD

[j.c.]

Ok... I'll bite... what's your point?
A couple first thoughts... without clicking the link... just going from what's posted...
It's 2 a.m. and I live in THE USA...
"If I had known you were unarmed, I would have brought you some ammo to fill your 357," Abou Amin told me as he got into the car that was to take us to Mont'getto. Those were his first words to me. It was 2 a.m. in Denver, Co. Four of us were setting out for 7-11, and we faced a 12-minute ride north without the interstate. We were all nervous.
I'd arrived in Denver a few hours earlier that day in May, en route to see my native Mont'getto' for the first time in about 20 years. An uncle long exiled in Aurora said he didn't want me to travel alone -- there were too many stories about gang bangers and other dangers -- so he arranged for me to make the trip with a young driver and two older men. His wife advised me that the older men were no longer gang bangers. She had prepared me to speak with them in a particular way, one virtually required by the culture. The first of the men, Abou Haider, was sweet. He asked me where I wished to sit. If I'd sat next to either of the men, I might have accidentally brushed against one of them during the long trip, ruining my ablutions and making me impure, because I'm a gang banger. I didn't really want to ride in the front seat, but I did. As we were about to pick up the second man, the driver worried if he'd be bringing much appetite, and not enough ammo.

Sheesh and all we wanted was a slurpee...