One Night Stand In Miami
The lady doctor at the ER who examined me told me I was another one that night, did I want to talk to the police. Could I identify him? No. Could I tell them where the apartment was? No. What kind of car? No. My memory was up to when they hit on us. Video inconclusive, ball caps, dark glasses, kept his back to the camera. On the street one more of a hundred people, half drunk walking around, getting in and out of cars. No video of the car I was in.
Embarrassed? Angry? Not really. It was Saturday night. A one night stand.
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