people like to carry guns. yesterday a guy asked me to leave a beach chair i was enjoying during lunch break, because it belonged to the hotel near by. it was o.k. for me to leave, the shotgun pointing at me was pretty convincing. and everybody is running around with huge knifes anyway.
there are so many street dogs that once a month somebody comes around, picks up the dogs and puts ‘em asleep.
bite count: 42