Thursday, August 14, 2008

I am immortal.

The Blood Caves of Oaxaca are deadly, or rather almost deadly. My man servant and I got lost and quickly ran out of food. Then the bastard left me to die after I tried to eat him. As I wandered around alone in the caves, I became delirious from hunger and exhaustion.

And then mere moments from death, I was attacked. In my delirium, I could not tell whether I was being attacked by man or beast. The attack was a wake up call as I literally fought for my life. As you have already guessed, my attacker was slain and I drank of his warm blood like a Mongol.

The saltiness was refreshing, and it cleared my mind enough to realize that it was my man servant's blood that I was drinking. Anyway, to make a long story short, I made it back to Berkeley alive, and I think I might have syphilis.

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