The chase

"The heresy of heresies was common sense."

Yesterday, I decided to go up the mountain next to my house to watch the sunset—and hell, do some exercise too. I've gained a lot of weight, to be honest. It may bother me more than it should, but whatevs.

I was just chilling up there, looking at the city, smoking, and drinking my favorite soda. It was kind of idyllic. The sky looked like an ocean of colors; pink and orange tones were painted over the clouds and the traces that the departing planes left behind. The park was fenced last year due to lots of tourists who know no respect—throwing garbage all over the place and blasting speakers at full volume. Understandably, the neighbors in that area got fed up and complained, so now you can't get there past 19:30.

When I arrived, I had to jump the fence to get in, and just as I managed to climb it, ready to jump, my trousers got stuck in the fence. The movement ripped my pants, leaving me with a huge fucking hole in my butt. I only realized it when I was sitting down, so I decided I wouldn’t get up until it was dark. The thing is, on that specific day, lots of tourists had the same idea as me—and as usual, they screwed up badly. Right as I was about to get out and walk home, I saw in the distance a group of men in reflective suits with flashlights. You can't even imagine how fast my body decided it was time to run, and with me, lots of tourists started running as well.

The adrenaline, the motion, the sense of danger, and the camaraderie I felt with the tourists running alongside me was the freest I had felt in a long, long time. The nightlights were illuminating the path. Grass, rocks, and sand got into my Crocs, but I didn't really care. At last, we all got to the fence—it was a different fence than the one I had climbed. This one could be surrounded, which made me feel quite stupid, to tell you the truth.

I was one of the first ones to get out of the park, laughing uncontrollably. A crowd of tourists stood behind the fence, pushing and yelling. Law is, unironically, one of the biggest fears one could have. I think that maybe half of them got caught—we were like 70 people up there, so it wouldn't be surprising.