The Resident
Heard arguing in the street at 3am. Looked out the window. A couple walking with backpacks appeared sleep deprived, emotionally rought, and exuding western traveler ignorance, they were American. The man reminded me of a long haired squirly, boundry lacking yoga teacher I briefly dated back in the Chicago. The woman short, thick, and confused as to how the fuck they got there. Went outside to be of some help to the American couple. Relief melted over their faces when realized a fellow American stood infront of them. "Where are you guys trying to go?"-Me Both began speaking telling their version of the story, at the same time. Snippets of spending most of their cash on taxis taking them to the wrong places in attempts to get to a hostel is what I caught. The woman looked at the man as if she was going pull his hair out for being such an idiot, which he was. "What's the name of the hostel?"-Me Again both began speaking at the same time. "It's a Tal or