Arabica

Day 1,473 since arrival in New York (four years, 13 days), and nothing seemed better. The same bad back from the uneven trash stuffed in the mattress. Same breakfast: nothing. Same laundry: ragged, worn, but clean. Same walk: not tiring, but painful for my back. I was tired of the same old thing happening every day, but my back was just worse and worse. Everything seemed awful. But, something strange and new appeared. I always scavenge the ground looking for dropped money to find and keep. Instead of finding a lose dollar or two, i found a strange piece of paper. I turned from the blank side to the front. There I was a lot of information packed in, but several that went together struck me. At the top it read "Admit One: Arabica." Then on the next line it read "Cabin: First Class, 01." And then, "Departure: New York, New York :: Arrival: Tangier, Morocco" immediately, I knew that some rich Arab living in a huge palace had to have accidentally dropped it. I had to get out of New York. There was no obligation for me to stay here any more, so I decided to get on the boat which coincidentally left that afternoon.


I handed the man there the ticket.

"ID," the guard said.

"What ID?" I asked him confused

"Ye heard me... show me yer ID!" He shouted holding out his hand violently.

"Oh, I didn't know we needed an ID to board the ship... could you please spare me a trip to my apartment? Its all the way over in the Bronx." I pleaded using my cute begging dog expression.

"Ugh, FINE!!!" He took my ticket ripped it and allowed me entrance into the appallingly magnificent steam ship, the Arabica.