Ramblings of Lucidity ( Part I )
... As we all sat in the abandoned classroom in hopes of having escaped, we heard the sirens of the police ride over the air and into our ears. It was too late to run. So we just braced for a search and hoped it was fair. The guys ahead of me went with confidence as I scurried to get my things into my broken bag. As I packed, I noticed two wads of money, maybe a thousand dollars each, still in their seals. Obviously, this wasn't money I made legally, but as an immigrant with nothing to my name, I was willing to take the risk. I carefully arranged it in the bag under my pile of trash and decided to move up for the search. The social worker who came along looked at me and smiled. "Oh, you live close by; when you're done with the search, I can help you find an apartment for $20 a day, something decent". "Oh yes I live just around and that would be great". I started taking stuff out of the bag in the hopes of controlling the search myself. I took out a drawi...