What Was I Thinking? A Short Story From Cordoba, Argentina
Cheating Death, Travel | (4)
As I sit in the flat bed of gray and rust colored pickup, I think to myself, "My mom isn't going to like this story."
Sitting next to, and across from me, against the four corners of the flat bed, are three newly acquired friends from the hostel. We all share in the sentiment that this is not a good idea.
One of my friends hands our future driver his camera to take a photograph. I smile.
Moments earlier I was standing, firmly on the ground, outside of a club. Moments earlier I had a firm grasp on the direction of my life. ...