Last night at 9:30 I received a call from a 310 area code. I didn’t think much of it because of the amount of robocall’s I get so I let it ring through. Right after that I received a text from the same number asking me to call them. I asked who it was and the person said Bob. We haven’t talked in quite some time so I let him know that I was out of the country and asked what’s up, thinking I would call back later. He told me that one of my best friends Kai died.
I immediately called him back and asked what happened. And while he wasn’t sure he thought it was drug related.
All I could think about was how angry I was at him. Then that anger turned inwards and I thought to myself why didn’t I do more? And the reality is I did as much as I could.
At 10 I went downstairs to get catch my taxi and checking Facebook I saw so many posts regarding Kai. When 10:30 rolled around I started to worry but thought to myself I’m not going to fresh out till 10:40. Well 10:40 passed and still no collectivo. I asked Olivia if he was coming and she said that I should go by the roadside and see if I could catch one there. A little pissed off I left, worried that I would miss my bus.
I got there around 10:50 or 10:55 and had some time to spare. I realize how difficult it is to communicate when it seems like no one wants to help you out. Honestly it’s been kind of frustrating.
At about 11:10 our bus came, we loaded our bags, and left shortly afterwards. And three hours later I was at the terminal in Santiago. Upon arrival I was able to get a collectivo for $14.000 CLP and I made it to the airport shortly afterwards.
I ate at a place called La Pauma and had a Caesar salad with no chicken, although it came with ham, a margarita pizza which was ok, and a cappuccino. I was so hungry that I was glad to have something to eat. When I finished I chilled for a bit, checked Facebook, and thought about what had transpired in the last sixteen hours.
Luckily the check in opened early and I was able to get my bags checked and I went through security.