I was on my way home from The Downtown Aquarium.It's worth to mention that it was our second 'rendezvous' with the city so I was roughly familiar with local geography. Overusing my phone by taking urban pictures and keeping track of my movement throughout Houston I happily stayed with 0% battery in the center of I-don't-know-what.
Suddenly..Ok,not suddenly, - it was expected: someone hurted the sky so hardly that I was entirely drenched by its tears in a few seconds. I was standing on a sidewalk with my brain extracting sparkles of deadlock. After a while I heard - 'Are you ok?' - 'Yes, sure. I like to get as wet as a drowned rat. I'M NOT OKAY! I got lost, I don't have an inkling where I am, BUT I have to be at the airport less than in 2 hours... - Where do you live? - Montrose neighbourhood. - Great, I'm going this way. Follow me.
And stupid me followed a sr=tranger even without a candy (sorry, mom). 'Enjoying' our walk I was listening to a bunch of stories about him being on drugs and messing up with the police.
Well, I was assuming that the next day I could be found somewhere cut into pieces, but I still was following him. Mysurvival instinct gave a failure.
Surprisingly, here I am - not tore apart, reproducing in my head yesterday's 'houstonish experience' :)
