There was once a time when I was asked which event was the most embarrassing in my life.
I think that was during my college days, those days when I was truly free. Free from Alicia and her evil daughters.
Me and my friends, Danny, Hela and Riele, were at our favorite joint, "Benny's Place" when Riele decided to alleviate our spirits after hours of gloom spent on mourning and protesting. A black kid had been shut that day when he was returning from his early morning jog.
A robbery had taken place earlier and cops were investigating the scene when the freshman came running. In fear, he had tried to run away before one of the cops labeled him as one of the thieves and shut him dead, right there and then.
The shot had rung through the still cold morning like the release of a cannon. I had been sleeping when the sound jerked me awake. A shrill had escaped my lips as I awakened because I had thought it was from my nightmare.
