"El Mono"

ok so this probably isn't my short story to tell...but i'm on the computer, and have no more immediate e-mails to write, so...

i just got vaccinated for Rabies, and my arm is kind of hurting where i was given the shot. i wasn't going to get the vaccination until Drew and Brent told me what happens with Rabies....which is that you start foaming at the mouth and then can't drink water and then.....die. They got vaccinated earlier in the day, so i decided to go ahead and take the precaution...mostly because i don't want to experience the foaming at the mouth and have that period where i KNOW that death is imminent. It would kind of be one of those "oh crap" periods, that i wish to avoid at almost all costs.

the question boils down to: why did we all have to get these shots?

Drew bought a monkey (un Mono) off of the street yesterday. It really likes to be on people and sleep on people. And if you try to take it off of you when it doesn't want to get off, sometimes it decides to bite you. Anyways, I got bitten, Drew got bitten, and Brent got bitten. Scott didn't.

we found out it's illegal to have a monkey. so when i was being asked how i got bitten by a monkey at the vaccination place...i told them it was a crazy street monkey in El Alto (un mono loco en los calles del Alto). The guy seemed suspicious, and continued to ask me questions, but i stuck to my story that i was walking along in the street, and out of nowhere a monkey ran up, bit me on the hand, and ran away. i'm sure there were grammatical errors as i told this story, but the guys seemed to understand it all, and just kind of gave me this look. i lied to protect the monkey, and Drew who bought the monkey. Anything for the monkey...

we have to go back for a shot tomorrow, wednesday, thursday, and friday....five shots in all. we think the monkey is clean, but only time can tell.

levt arm is limp...