Last I saw of these trainers. Last I remember of the rum.
I was making out with a girl and some kids stole my shoes. This country is so fucking ghetto. Mount Lavinia Rave, two in the morning. I’ve strayed from the herd again, taking my trainers off to feel the sand between my toes. Hiding in the bushes seems like a great idea, till I get this unwelcome tap on the shoulder. Girl is smart enough to bolt but I of course try to say hello and see what’s going on. Then these four guys are patting down my pockets and I’m like, oh, this shit again. Tug my arms free and hoof it back to safety. Come back later and my Pumas are gone, so I’m assuming they thiefed them. In all honesty, the only thing I could find with any confidence was the bottle of rum, but I dunno where else they would go. Great night though. I just need to find a girl that can defend me and I should be sorted.
Getting your sneakers stolen is very New York subway, but if there’s trouble in Colombo I’m sure that I’ll attract it. I’m trying to figure out if I’m in this shit cause my cousin is in town, or if it’s just cause I’m going out more. Last week’s ass-kicking I deserved, but this weekend’s near-mugging was just silly. Why I can’t stray ten meters from my friends without risk to property and limb is just beyond me. It’s like I need to take self-defense classes just to go out, and even that’s fk useless against the packs of men I’ve been running into. I’m not saying Colombo is that dangerous, you can stick to hotel/restaurant archipelago without problems. Clubs and nightlife, however, are a bit more sketchy. There’s the intermittent threat of Minister’s sons and their security guards carrying weapons and giving you a serious beating with state funds. Then there are the random packs of roaming men – bored, reckless and circling the periphery of society like stray dogs.
I shouldn’t say that it’s that big a part of my night, though. As dangerous as non-anonymous crowds can be, it’s also a lot of fun running into people you know. I arrived with people I care about, ran into people I like, and got some face time with a beautiful girl I’m genuinely attracted to. Add kankun, redrum, music and the ocean and it’s not a bad deal. I never left the beach or danced, but these nights are just an excuse for people to gather anyways. Some of them are friends, some may sneak off with you in the bushes, and some will try to pick a fight. Before I go out I say a little prayer to make it home with all my clothes and teeth intact, and a little thank-you for keeping it interesting.