perdon, su serrucho esta en mi estomago.

yesterday, upon returning from coco beach, where i completed an open water scuba course (a green sea turtle came to check us out,) i was taking a snooze on a bus heading towards liberia. i woke up after drooling a little on my shirt and noticed a tico getting on the bus with an enormous hand saw (which had a safety cover on only PART of it). immediately visions of dying by way of saw to the stomach came to mind, slicing and eviscerating my internal organs. then, nightmare became reality when the bus hit a giant pothole when said tico was seconds away from my seat, after which he started doing the whole WHUuP-whuup-woooahhh-trip thing bobbling the saw around inches away from my flesh. it reminded me of some kind of twisted, gory cartoon like celebrity death match or something. what a way to die huh? huh.