Let's just cut to the chase--
holy shitski dudes, there was a major gun-battle near midnight, the other day.
Usually it's just some 'bad elements' from a 'bad side of our square.
But WTF? This time it was like some kind of running battle between two heavily-equipped gangs. Like two well-armed battalions fighting a running duel throughout the city. Judas Priest, matey(!)
So yeah, I progressively went from
"ah, the usual BS,"
to...
OMG it's on; I need to break my lease tomorrow and get the flock outta here!
Now in my pathetic defense (before remembering what day it was), let's just cut me some slack, mateys, in this-- where I'm from, they treat Xmas like 'a day to blow up shit.' My uncle calls it "Vietnam," tongue in cheek, but he's not wrong IMO. Seriously, it's the weirdest thing ever, with Xmas being *way* more dangerous to walk around amongst, compared to the States.
Point is-- down S.America way, NYE is by comparison is kinda like a time to settle down and contemplate all that Jesus-stuff, IIRC.
Gosh... we Peruvians, huh?
Okay, that is all!
