I STEPPED ON A COBRA, I THINK
It was dark and I was the moron walking half drunk across the big grassy area back to dinner after re loading my film mags for the next morning. It was basically pitch black and I was actually fantasizing about these spring rolls that they had been making at the place we were staying just as I stepped down and had the arch of my foot wrap nicely around a cold, giant, angry snake about 10 meters away from the pavilion where the boys were eating dinner. I fucking hate snakes. I jumped about 10 feet into the air as i saw a shadow lunge back at my leg and miss. when I landed I ran, jumping as if i was walking over lava the rest of the way to the dining pavillion. everyone had a nice laugh watching the American almost get eaten by giant goddam cobra.
In the morning, TAJ woke up and did this.