Thursday, August 24, 2006
You can't make this stuff up!
One of the great things about my barrio is that alot of the Puntarenas panhandlers live there. So we all kinda commute into "work" together. There's Lady-In-Wheel-Chair-With-Kid, One-Legged-Guy, and Crazy-Lady-That-Hits-People, to name a few. Today on the way in I sat next to the transvestite begger. We have a history of serial eye-contact and the occassional "adios" so I thought I would take the next step and ask his/her name. That's how I met Shakira.