I’m sorry for not giving you any updates sooner. I’ve had so much stuff going on in my life lately that I haven’t had a chance to post. Remember the blonde girl who was slowly falling in love with me? We’re now on a first-name basis, and her name is Allyson. I thought it was awesome that both our names begin with an A!
That’s the good news. The bad news is that Kijuju is getting crazier, even borderline dangerous. I met Allyson at our favorite watering hole for a few drinks. I thought things were going well: She was having a double whiskey and I was drinking the mini-barrel of beer. I was enjoying myself (How could I not?) when some guy I’ve never seen before starts talking really loudly. He was wearing sunglasses and he kept slamming his beer glass down on the table while he talked. Actually, it was more like shouting. He kept saying things like “Foreigners should be thrown out of our land!” and “We will take back our town!” He was spilling beer all over the place! Allyson kept giving me the eye as if to tell me I should go over and say something to him. I would have, but I didn’t want to leave my beer unattended.
In the corner I saw I wasn’t the only one watching this guy. That creepy butcher had his eyes glued to the shouting man. Then out of nowhere I heard someone yell “Shut the hell up!” and a bottle went flying through the air and all hell broke loose. Pretty much the entire bar just started to brawl, so I grabbed Allyson’s hand (or did she grab mine?) and we ran for our lives!
I ran with her back to my place since it was nearby and she lives all the way on the other side of town. (Pretty smooth, eh?) We got back to my place, and I tried to hold her hand to comfort her, but she had her face buried in her hands. I settled for placing my arm on her shoulder. I didn’t know what to say as she sat there. We spent the rest of the night like that. In the morning she said to me, “I can’t stay here any longer. This isn’t the life I want to live. I’m going to find my boyfriend and tell him to get us out of the country. I want to go home.”
I tried to convince her to stay with me, that I would protect her, but she just left without saying another word. Tell me – is this normal behavior for a woman? Should I have followed her?