And before I pooped on the plane

I puked on the bus.

And before I puked on the bus, my darling purple headphones were run over by a car.

And before I realized it, there was a broken beer bottle in my face. Corona Brand.

And I’m not making it up. So I guess now I understand why my body had a huge reaction because perhaps I maybe almost died.

The broken bottle was pointed directly at my face and an arm’s swing could easily cut open my pretty face.

But he put it down. Or threw it. I don’t remember where it went but I do remember picking up all the other pieces of glass from the broken beer bottles. Because he did it twice.

And he did it on purpose. And he was drunk.

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Pause story to reflect.

I am telling a story that I lived from my perspective. And if you were on that bus you know, that I totally puked in my shirt. Because right as I went to capture as much of what was coming out of my mouth, my water bottle fell on the floor. Of a bus. And it was big and yellow.

So, as I sat, burying my face in my shirt pretending to blow my nose, four Costa Rican turned to see where the loud water bottle bang came from.

And then one handed me my water bottle and she knew - she knew I was puking on the bus. I probably looked unwell.