I had been in a handful of
“fights” by this time in my short life…mostly school yard wrestling-type
fights..a high school fist fight with a cut lip and a black eye as a
souvenir…some bar fights in college with a few stitches for my efforts. I had recently earned a green belt in Tang So
Doo Korean Karate. The green belt was
the next belt above white belt so not such a big deal and despite sparring with
higher level belts, not something to depend on against an angry cholu …I might
know karate, but he knows ka-nife..or even worse, ka-gun…so we all decided to
do the flight thing instead of fight. We
packed our brown grocery store bag we arrived with as our communal suitcase
with our stuff and headed out of the La Concha back stairway. Mya said she would try to stall her man and
give us time to get away. We actually
had no place to get away to..and only 4 pesos between us. The hotel had beach cabanas and we made
friends with the cabana boys during that afternoon. We had a lot in common with them since four of us
had been cabana boys at the Hotel Foutainbleau on Miami Beach. The boys agreed to let us spend what was left
of the night in one of the cabanas and we could try to figure out a next step
in the morning.
(to be continued)
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