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Saturday Morning to Sunday Morning
March 23rd - 24th, 1991
March 23rd, 1991

After the long, long night, I was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, in a jolting burst I
awaken. I look directly at the digital clock sitting next to me and it reads exactly 7:30
a.m. - the exact time of my flight. Mind you, I had not set the alarm. I immediately
picked up the phone and called American Airlines to let them know I was going to
miss my flight and to get booked on the next flight out. They were unrelenting about
the "carved in stone" flight agreement. Since I missed the flight they said, I was out
the cost of my ticket. I told them I would just fly out on another airline then and never
fly with them again - ha, ha.

I quickly pulled my clothes on, washed my face and teeth, and headed on downstairs
with my belongings. The front desk clerk checked me out and I walked into a side
room of the hotel where a free continental breakfast was being served. I ate a bowl
of granola as I waited for a taxi to take me to the airport.

A few other persons were sitting in the room eating their breakfasts as well and I
began to converse with them. What ever I was saying they all thought it was funny
for they broke out in laughter many times. I quickly ate my breakfast and the taxi
driver came into the hotel to get me. I grabbed my belongings and headed out to
the taxi. Passing by the hotel front desk clerk I recalled that I still had the van. So I
pull out the van keys and hand them to the front desk clerk to keep for me until I
return on Sunday night. He wouldn't take them. So, I walk out the front lobby door,
look to my right and then to my left where I see a planter box filled with bushes. I
place the keys beneath the bushes and enter the taxi.

On the way to the airport the driver and I had a discussion about ???.
I explained to him on the way that I wouldn't be able to pay him since I was out of
money. He seemed honored to take me to the airport anyway so he didn't seem to
mind at all that I had no money.

He drives me into the airport and drops me off near the American Airlines ticketing
counter. I thank him and he merrily departs.

I head to the American Airlines ticket counter and ask the agent for my ticket to
Miami. The young lady finds my ticket. She sees that I have missed my flight, so
she checks to see when the next flight out on American is and she checks to see if a
seat is available. Either the next flight out was late in the day or the flight was full, so
she looks at her computer and tells me the next flight out is on Pan Am. I say,
"Perfect, I already have a ticket to Miami on Pan Am. I'll be able to just use that."
She hands me my American Airlines ticket and I head down the corridor to the Pan
Am ticket counter in the next terminal building.

When I arrive at the Pan Am desk I find a large crowd waiting to be ticketed. I begin
to talk to several of the persons in line. Everybody seemed to be going to Miami
today. I even talked with a group of four Germans retirees in German; they too were
heading to Miami.

I finally arrive at the counter and present my ticket I was scheduled to use this
coming Wednesday and I ask the girl at the counter if I could use it today. That
presented no problem with her except that I didn't have a ticket from San Juan to
Miami. She pointed out to me that it was instead a ticket from Miami to San Juan. I
then pointed her to the notation made by the Pan Am desk clerk last Wednesday. It
indicated that they had taken the wrong ticket in Miami. She types forever into the
computer and then issues me my boarding pass but lets me know I am on standby
and I'll need to check with the gate attendant to check-in. I head out to the gate and
I stand in line again to check-in with the boarding agent.

Once again many of the same persons I had just seen back at the ticket counter
were in line with me. I continued to talk with persons who were friendly to me and
willing to listen but it is at this point that I must begin to write in the third person, for it
is here that I just became a bystander and the words flowed freely from my mouth
without my own control or my own thoughts. I knew not what was happening. I did
know I was no longer the one in control and I didn't know who or what was in control.
I could only watch as an innocent bystander. Mind you, I am still part of me but it is
as if I am standing away from myself and I am just an observer watching what is
taking place.

He walks up to a pair of senior ladies and he begins to talk with them. He ascertains
that they too are heading to Miami. He begins to tell them about how he had made a
mistake. Just one simple little mistake. He explains to them that, "The richest man is
the poorest man, the poorest man is the richest man; the smartest man is the
stupidest man, the stupidest man is the smartest man." These words rolled off of his
tongue very quickly. Next, he asks them to forgive him for having made his mistake.
They graciously forgive him. He then invites them to a concert, a free concert at Joe
Roby Stadium in Miami (known since by many names - Sun Life Stadium and Dolphin
Stadium to name a couple). Since they were going to Miami anyway, they could
certainly come. And they agreed. He informs them that they will of course have
front row seats at which they are delighted.

He then begins to talk with the same group of German retirees he had just talked
with at the ticket counter but this time only one of the ladies talks with him. They
speak in both German and in English. He basically goes through the same speech
as with the two senior ladies above. He invites her and her friends to the concert
and she graciously accepts.

He then checks in with the boarding agent. He is told to wait for his name to be
called at which time he would be able to board the plane.

He walks a few feet away from the boarding podium and sits down on the floor of the
main walkway and sets my belongings down beside him. He takes my wallet out of
my pocket, rapidly jumps to his feet, walks 20 feet away down the corridor of the
airport terminal and he places it down on the floor and walks back to my belongings.
He seems not to have a care in the world about my wallet which contains my driver's
license, my Visa, Sears, and Chevron credit cards, and my cash machine cards.

He heads on over to the pay phones only another 20 feet away. He sees behind him
some chairs which belong to an unenclosed bar just next to the Pan Am boarding
gate. He walks over to the bar, takes a chair, and begins to walk back to the bank of
phones with the chair. The bar tender, however, scolds him. He strolls back to the
phones without the chair.

He calls Marsha in Humacao, the details of the conversation I cannot recall. He then
calls the Chelsey House in Key West. He reaches the desk clerk. He informs the
clerk that he needs to reserve the entire place for a week beginning the 27th of
March right on through the Easter weekend. She informs him that unfortunately all
of the rooms have be reserved for months and that he won't be able to reserve the
whole place for the week. Unrelenting, he continues to tell her she needs to find
someplace else for those people to stay and that it will be well worth her while
monetarily to do so. She wasn't happy to hear this and then asks who was calling.
He replies, "This is a friend of yours and a friend of Dan's, the owner." She then
asks, "Does Dan know of this?"

He responds, "Not yet but he will know soon." She says, "Well, I can't let you do this
without Dan telling me it's O.K. I'll have to talk to Dan first." He's satisfied with this
and tells her he will call her back later after she's talked with Dan."

Next, he looks in his red travel book and dials the number of Jose S., one of the
fellows I met on Thursday in Buena Vista. He talked for a couple of minutes to
someone at Jose's house but not him. Next, he tries to reach both Husefin and
Abdenego I had met in Buena Vista as well but never reaches them.

He heads back to my belongings near the Pan Am boarding podium and opens my
blue travel bag and he begins to place each of my belongings out onto the floor. He
grabs the electronic organizer and he finds one remaining American Express
Traveller's Cheque. He hops up off of the ground and heads to the unenclosed bar
25 feet away. He orders a glass of wine saying to the bar tender, "If Jesus can drink
red wine then I may too." He signs the check over to the bar tender and does not
require any change in return. He takes his wine and asks if he may take a chair over
to the phones. This time the bar tender allows him to take a chair. Once at the
phone he calls my "Auntie Shelley" in Seattle.

Shelley and her husband Gary have been real close friends of the family for many,
many years. I grew up playing cards with them and my parents and Shelley and I
have been strong Blackjack buddies. As a kid I would amaze Shelley with my silly
luck, like taking a hit on a nineteen, receiving a duce to make twenty one. This way I
would beat her twenty hand which was unknown to me until she turns her cards up
for me to see.

Shelley was surprised that morning to get a call from me. It was after nine a.m. her
time but after one p.m. San Juan time. He begins to tell her rapidly about what had
happened in Buena Vista and about the concert and about the fucked up companies
MCI and Northern Telecom.

Then he begins to explain the opposite theory to her, giving her the line, "The
smartest man is the stupidest man, the stupidest man is the smartest man; the
richest man is the poorest man, the poorest man is the richest man."

Auntie Shelley asks him, "Kory, have you been nipping this morning?" He laughs
and tells her 'Nope' but then informs her he has just now begun to drink a small
glass of wine. She asks, "At this hour of the morning." He then informs her that it is
afternoon in San Juan."

While he is talking to Shelley, a Pan Am employee comes to the phone and asks him
to please pick up my wallet and my belongings, all of which were still scattered about
the crowded departure gate and corridor.

He says goodbye to Shelley and gathers my belongings as asked. He checks again
at the boarding desk to see if his name has been called yet. The girl at the desk
indicates it hasn't and tells him to continue waiting for his name to be called. So he
walks into the unenclosed bar and sits at a table to wait. While waiting he meets a
group of 4 young people playing cards who are also waiting for their names to be
called.

In this group he talked mostly to the wife of a quiet fellow named John.
About 15 minutes later a Pan Am employee gets on the boarding area loudspeaker
and makes an announcement. He says, "I am sorry to announce that the flight to
Miami is overbooked." He then continues to read a written announcement about Pan
Am's overbooking policy. After stating that Pan Am will be issuing a free ticket
anywhere in the Continental United States to passengers who don't get on the plane
he, Kory, walks up to the man and informs him that he apparently was not told of the
new policy.

He explains to him that since Pan Am and United just recently joined into a new
partnership, the free ticket would be good for anywhere in the world, not just the
Continental United States. And furthermore, to show the goodwill of the two
companies, each delayed passenger will receive $500 for their inconvenience. He
tells him that the agreement was made just the other day and that he must not have
received the latest memo. So the man finishes his statement to the large group of
waiting passengers by saying over the loud speaker, "The free ticket will apparently
be good for travel anywhere in the world and each passenger will receive $500 for
their inconvenience."

He walks back to the bar seating area and sits with John and his friends. The plane
departs and John's wife goes off to find out what we are supposed to do next. A few
minutes later she returns and gathers her belongings and they all head on back to
the Pan Am ticket counter. He heads out with them, leaving his blue bag behind and
only carrying his backpack. Once he is past the security check point he is stopped
by the airport police who inform him he has left his bag at the gate. So they lead him
back through the security check point, he gets his bag, and heads back out to the
Pan Am ticketing area.

On his way to the ticketing area a short middle-aged Puerto Rican appears out of
nowhere and informs him that he is his guardian angel and that, "Pan Am has
arranged a Lear jet to fly you and your friends to Miami. You'll find the Lear jets
counter past American. Just give them your name and they'll know who you are,"
and the man heads off just a quickly as he came.

Once back at the Pan Am ticket counter he sees John and his wife waiting in line. He
goes up to them and tells them the good news about the Lear jet. But they all
continue to wait to be helped by the Pan Am agents. He is finally helped by the
agent and she informs him he should try to get on the American flight since they
have the next flight out and since he already has a ticket with them. So, he heads
off toward the American Airlines ticket counter but first he goes to a fast food place
in the airport to ask for some change. After leaving the restaurant he sits down in a
bench of seats with other persons who are just waiting. Unable to contain his
excitement from within he begins to shout happily about the triumph over Satan and
how nobody ever wanted to do anybody any harm. Eventually the police arrive
again and they talk with him. He explains to them that he is heading to the American
terminal to catch their next flight to Miami. So they walk him outside of the Pan Am
terminal and send him walking in the direction of the American Airlines terminal.

Back at the American Airlines terminal he is informed that he cannot get on any of
their flights to Miami today for they are also full. So he asks the girl where the
airlines with Lear jets are located. She points toward the next terminal to his left. So
off he went, happy as can be.

When he arrived at the Lear jet terminal he finds only one of the charter airlines
currently manned. Two young ladies were manning the desk and a group of about
12 persons were surrounding the desk chatting with each other. He walks up to the
desk and asks the two ladies if he can get a flight to Miami this morning. They inform
him however that they only have one airplane and it is taking them, pointing at the
group of 12, to the Virgin Islands in a few minutes. He attempts to talk the ladies into
taking him to Miami first but to no avail. He re-checks with the ladies at the desk and
they finally tell him it is up to the group to decide.

He turns to the group of twelve and tells them, "I am trying to get to Miami. I
understand that you all are flying to the Virgin Islands for vacation. I was wondering
if you all would mind if first we flew to Miami, drop me off, and you all would continue
on your way to the Virgin Islands. We would have a great time together on the plane
and I would give you each a sum of money for your troubles."

They all were in agreement; this didn't sound good to them. He continued to entice
them with some more offers but they continued to decline. Eventually, he pulled one
fellow out of the group aside, in an attempt to convince him, so that he could then
convince the others. With all of his cajoling he was unable to get them to take him to
Miami. He wishes them well on the trip to the Virgin Islands and they all wave him
goodbye as he heads back toward the American Airlines ticket counter.

Once in the American terminal he enters the American Airlines restaurant and orders
a glass of ice water. He walks out of the restaurant carrying the glass with him. He
heads back to the Charter Airlines terminal and finds a circular bank of pay phones.
He chooses one, takes out his organizer, and calls the Miami Beach hostel. He talks
to Marti and he lets him know that nobody has arrived in Miami yet; not Parjeet and
Suri, not Moxy and Greg, and not anybody from his family. He then calls my friends
Aldeberto and Lou in Santa Clarita, California.

Aldeberto is another of my friends from the University of California, San Diego. He
and Lou, his girlfriend since I met him in college, married as soon as he decided not
to finish college. He is now a loan broker and they have two children. Contact
between us has mainly been through Christmas cards but a few months before I left
on my trip my friend Parjeet wanted to call Aldeberto . So I called him and we all
three had a good talk.

Lulu answered the phone and he begins to tell her about the events in Buena Vista,
the opposite theory, and he invites them to the big concert at Joe Roby Stadium. Of
course, they were to have front row seats. By this time Alberto has come on an
extension phone and they both are listening to him talk to them "philosophically".
After fifteen minutes he finishes his conversation, tells them he will see them in
Miami, and he hangs up the phone.

He goes for a walk around the terminal, visits with John and his friends at AA terminal
and tells them about his possibly chartering a Lear jet. Talk to girls at charter airline
again - they tell me another charter airline might be able to take me to Miami, so he
now waited for them to be manned sometime around 5-6 this evening, trouble with
the police again (needs work).

By now it is almost four-thirty in the afternoon. So he returns to the circular phones
in the Charter Airlines terminal, he pulls a row of bench seats up to the phones, and
he calls Karey, my good friend Kelin's sister. Kelin and Karey were my neighbors in
Seattle since before first grade. We grew up together before they moved away in
fourth grade. Kelin and I, however, have kept in touch ever since. Kelin is a nurse
and she was currently working for a firm as a traveling nurse, so she would change
locations every week or two. Thus, in order to find out where Kelin was today, one
needed to talk with her sister Karey who had Kelin's itinerary for the next month or so.
He called Karey and Karey answered the phone. He basically had the same
conversation with Karey he had just had earlier with Aldeberto and Lou. He got
Kelin's number, ended the conversation, and called Kelin at her hotel.

Kelin's hotel roommate answered the phone. Kelin was not in so he began to talk
with Kelin's roommate instead. She had many questions to ask. He invited her to
the concert in Miami as well and informed her that she would have front row seats for
her and for anyone she loved. After more than a half an hour he ended this
conversation.

By now there is a couple of young fellows standing at the Charter Airline he had
been told might be able to take him to Miami. He walks up to the two fellows and
asks them for their names. One of them responds, "Juan," and the other responds,
"I'm Peter." He shook his head affirmatively because he already knew those were
their names. Juan, a very innocent looking demure fellow, wished to know how he
could help him. He explained to Juan that he wished to fly to Miami today on a Lear
jet. He told him and Peter of his problems with American Airlines and Pan Am.
"Because of the problems with the major airlines," he explained, "I don't want to fly on
the big planes, I want to fly on a Lear jet."

Juan asked him how he would pay for the flight. By now he knew well enough he was
having difficulties with my credit card since the car rental companies had put their
ridiculously large holds on the card. So, he went over to my belongings and he
brought back my electronic organizer. He showed Juan and Peter my Schwab IRA
account number and the phone number to call to verify my account information,
while telling them that he had over $15,000 in the account he could use to pay them.

Juan called Schwab to verify the information and at the same time he took my
parents phone number. Juan still didn't want to take him to Miami however; he
wanted cash. So he went off back to the pay phones to call some more people.
He called my other friend, Dale, a co-worker from Dynagen. He talked to Dale
delivering the same message as before to others, again talking for nearly a half an
hour.

After speaking to Dale he recalled my Aunt Shelley but only talked with her for a
minute after which he phoned the Murley's in Alexandria, Virgina. The Murley's are
my parents old friends that I visited while I was in Washington, D. C. He talked with
them for almost twenty minutes, talking to Mrs. Murley only for the majority of the
time.

Giving up on flying anytime soon on a Lear jet he heads back to the American
Airlines terminal. As he walks outside into the dark he removes his wallet from his
backpack and places it on the ledge of a large white column supporting the third
floor of the structure. As he begins to walk away an elderly somewhat frail, earthy
woman sitting in a row of colored fiberglass curbside seating smoking a cigarette
takes notice and yells at him to stop. She goes over and picks up the wallet and
starts to hand it to him. As she hands it to him he waves her off and tells her that he
no longer needs his wallet anymore. She says, "But of course you need your wallet,"
to which he replies, "No I don't. Nobody needs a wallet anymore. And if I do need it,
all I need to do is return here and pick it up where I left it. Nobody will touch it.
Nobody every wanted to touch it."

She says, "But what about your I.D.? What about your money?"

He replies, "I don't need I.D. any more. People know who I am just by looking at me.
People know who you are just by looking at you. As for money, no one needs
money anymore, everything is free" and he begins to walk away. Again she shouts,
"Stop. If you won't take your wallet then I will keep it for you. I'll be here if you need
anything from it, O.K." He agrees and continues on his way.

He heads off to the right where he sees a curbside American Airlines ticket counter.
He walks up to the counter where a good looking young gentleman is standing. The
gentleman is wearing a name tag which reads, "Joseph". He introduces himself as
Kory to Joseph and then he asks for him to help him with a ticketing problem. He
pulls out his tickets (somehow he has at least three different tickets by now) and
shows them to Joseph. As Joseph is looking at the many tickets he begins to
discuss with Joseph the many events that have been taking place ever since the
strange morning in Buena Vista. Joseph calls over a girl from the counter next to
him. Her name tag reads, "Maria". He looks at the two together and he is stunned at
the beauty of the pair as they stand beside each other. He asks them if they know
who he is and they look at him funnily and they reply in unison, "No."

He then questions them,. "But are you sure? Are you sure you don't know who I
am? You really don't recognize me?" And once again they give him a funny, curious
look and together reply, "No." He then says, "But mother and father, how could you
not recognize me?" They just look back at him without response. Joseph then say
to him, "Maria and I always work next to each other here." Joseph, after much pains,
finishes ticketing him for a new flight out at 7:30 a.m. tomorrow morning. He invites
Maria and Joseph to the concert in Miami tomorrow. He informs them that they could
fly free since they already work for the airline. He then removes the 8 millimeter film
from my video camera and cups it into Joseph's hand. He instructs Joseph to keep
the video safe and bring it with him tomorrow to the concert at Joe Roby Stadium.

Joseph takes the video without question, puts it in his pocket, and he gives him the
new ticket. He tells him, "Now don't you mess up tomorrow. Make the flight. My
name is all over this ticket. If you mess up, I'll be in big trouble."

He promises him he'll make the flight, says goodbye to the beautiful pair and he
heads on back into the terminal. Once inside the terminal he encounters several
other persons with whom he attempts to explain the revelation. One group of young
Puerto Rican students try to understand him but can't quite make out his English.
He banishes them to hell for 40 days and 40 nights for their poor comprehension but
more so for their inability to forgive him for his mistake. As he walks away he laughs
realizing their is no hell and only heaven awaits them and he has probably worried
their little souls to death as others have done since the dawn of time.

(this needs work - explain Ruth old women met above smoking and further
discussions with Ruth).

He attempts to take one of the last flights of the night to Miami but he fails. He finds
his way back to Ruth who was sitting outside of the terminal. He confers with her to
re-examine the agreement that all persons who took part in Satan's lies will burn in
hell for 40 days and 40 nights. They agree that just 3 days will be plenty enough.
Ruth informs him that she spent a little bit of the cash from his wallet to buy some
food. He smiles at her and says that is fine.

He leaves Ruth and once again heads into the terminal. Eventually he is picked up
by the airport police and taken into the airport holding cell where he is held for over
30 minutes without any questioning. He is then placed into a waiting police car
where he falls to sleep.

As I wake up the police vehicle is pulling up into a bustling section of the city. They
circle around some large trees and beside him he sees the hotel El Portal del
Condado,

the hotel where he stayed the previous night. He gets out of the car with his luggage
and heads into the hotel lobby as the police car pulls away. The night clerk unlocks
the lobby door and lets him in. He walks up to the clerk and asks for a room.
Unfortunately this clerk was not the same clerk as last night. The clerk asks for a
credit card. Having none, he explains to the clerk that it is back at the airport as well
as his money. He gives the clerk his credit card number explaining to him that he
stayed here the night before. The clerk explains to him that without the credit card
he cannot let him stay the night and he sends him out the door.

He exits the door with a huge smile, sets his belongings down on the steps leading to
the lobby and walks down and across the street where two young men, about 11 and
19 are talking. He begins to talk with them. He asks the two men their names. The
blond headed youngster replies Christopher and the brown headed elder boy replies
Peter.

He thinks, "Ah yes, St. Christopher and St. Peter." The three continue to talk when
after searching the eyes of the two he speaks calmly with sincerity and truth, "You
two are lovers and you have sex with each other too." He asks them to wait here a
minute, he turns around, and runs to get the luggage he left down the street. He
picks up his luggage and runs back to the fellows who have suddenly, without any
notice disappeared. Without thought and with ease he turns to the right and walks
down the side walk and enters an open door of a business establishment. He asks a
well build man at the door if he has seen Christopher or Peter. Suddenly
Christopher comes from behind a wall and orders him to leave. He screams, "My
father owns this place. You'd better leave or I will call the police."

He says back to Christopher, "Call the police. The police like me. They are my
friends. They'll come here and laugh with me at you."

Christopher retorts, "My father is well known and he owns the police here. I can call
them and have them take you away."

He replies, "Fine, you just do that." He continues to talk to the well built fellow who
he finds out is the bouncer for the establishment. He takes a step back so he can
look up and read the neon sign on the building. It reads, "Teen Gay Club". He
laughs and continues to talk with the bouncer while Christopher stands by calmly.
He finishes talking with the bouncer and heads back to the hotel lobby. He knocks
on the lobby door and reconfirms with the night clerk the fact that he cannot stay the
night tonight. He turns around and sits on the stairs of the hotel entrance.

A nice looking Puerto Rican gent walks past, so he whistles a little at him. The fellow
notices his whistle, turns around, and comes back to talk. In his poor English the
fellow introduces himself as Miguel. He explains to Miguel that he needs a place to
stay the night. Miguel immediately invites him over to stay at his place which he
graciously accepts. He tells Miguel that he is flying to Miami tomorrow for a concert
that he is supposed to be performing in. He invites Miguel to come along at his
expense. They walk a few blocks to Miguel's car. On the way Miguel readies him for
the unusual sight. He explains that some kids had stolen his car recently and rolled
it several times. They arrive at the car and sure enough it had been rolled. It was a
70's Camaro, all rusted and unpainted now with the top all smashed in, the doors
destroyed.

Miguel unlocks the mangled passenger side door. The locked door made him laugh
because the bent roof allowed for an arm to fit between the completely rolled up
window and the roof. Miguel asks him if he is hungry. He is and so is Miguel. Next,
Miguel asks him if he has any money for food and gas. He explains to Miguel that
his wallet is at the airport with Ruth and he has no money. He thinks for a moment
and then realizes something - he can receive emergency money from his traveler's
aid company. So they go to a pay phone and request emergency money. He calls
the toll free number and without his insurance card number he requests $200.
Without his card number however they would not authorize more than $40. He
agrees that will be fine. They inform him the money will be available within a half an
hour at any Western Union. Miguel knew of a Western Union nearby so with only
fumes left in his car we head to the Western Union.

We arrive at the all night Condado Pueblo grocery store with the Western Union and
with Miguel's help he attempts to receive his money but he is informed they have
nothing for him. An hour and a half and several phone calls later Western Union still
has no money for him. He is tired, hungry, and now drench by the heavy rains that
had started to fall in waves. Miguel's holy car didn't offer much shelter from the rain.

Needing gas to get anywhere and food for their stomachs Miguel suggests they go
up the street to his brother's to see if they can leave the video camera in exchange
for a one day loan of $40. They would retrieve my camera on the way to the airport
tomorrow morning after receiving the emergency cash from Western Union. He
agreed this would be fine. They drove to Miguel's brother's apartment, received the
cash, filled the tank, bought some food, and drove to Miguel's house miles away in
Levittown.

Miguel's room was around the back and on the ground floor of his grandparent's two
story house. They each took a shower and Miguel, having something to do, left. It
was now nearly 2:00 a.m. and he was totally exhausted. As Miguel went into the
shower, he laid down in Miguel's bed and fell fast asleep.