Up the stairs and turn right out the door. I was so turned around as to where I was in this city. I was it to be morning when I was leaving my one night stands’ cellar apartment under a busy city street. To my surprise it was still dark and the street was bustling-I aware we had come back here around 3am and slept for sometime before I headed out but my phone has been dead for hours so I have no way of knowing when it really is. An entire farmers market set up in the dead of night as I half drunkenly start stumbling back to my hostel. The smell of churros fills the air and I’m the recipient of 15 conversations at once of vendors offering there strange wears. I must still be drunk because I can’t make sense of what there saying.

“LIVAS $2500/lb….ICE CHESTS! Get your ice chests here!…EYES BUY ONE GET ONE FREE!”

Being from the country I had been to sale barns and markets, but nothing with quite this intensity. I’m bumping into stranger after stranger on my way down this crowded street and my shoulders begin to get sore as my feet struggle to maintain good grip on the cobblestone.

I see a neon light up ahead that reads SOULS - what a strange marketplace. I am staggering harder now, why do I feel more intoxicated than when I first left?

A stranger bumps me and I fall to the ground-my side aches. I curl up on the ground fading out of consciousness. As the world fades away I see a vendor running from the direction I had just come and he says to me “you lousy sack we haven’t even finished getting what you owe in parts back-your not going anywhere”….