Dealing with Emotional Trauma from Failed...
Location: Bogota, Colombia…maybe around 2015
It ‘twas but my first weekend in the budding metropolis of Bogota, Colombia 🇨🇴
A metropolis known for wild nightlife.
I has fren traveling with, we will call him Davecito — and Davecito knew other good ser living in Bogota. Other good ser will be referred to as Don Juan.
So we decided to meet with Don Juan and go out for big rumba that night.
We meet Don Juan at his apartment to enjoy somes whiskey before fiesta. Fren has cosas, but ser Jake Nomada no partake.
Then we head to club for rumba.
Is my first night to party in Colombia, so excitement is elevated mucho.
But club is dead.
So we go to another spot next door. Also dead. Why? Because it was not payday that week and no good sers in Colombia had monies.
Don Juan, who has been living in Bogota, decides to invite his rolodex of Tinder girls to club in this moment.
We start drinking more and more.
Two purty girls show up to club and Don Juan introduces them to me.
We start dancing with the girls, drinking heavily, and enjoying the night.
About 30-minutes later, I look over at Don Juan and he has his tongue down girl throat.
Much nice.
A few minutes later, Don Juan grabs me by the shoulder, “Hey, let’s bounce these chicks back to my place”
Me: “Uhhh, you sure they ready?!”
Don Juan: “Who cares?!”
Abundance mindset, yes.
So we grab the girls and head outside, leaving Davecito solo inside the club.
My new fren Don Juan jumps in front of a speeding taxi and throws the girls inside.
Ok.
