On the inter-community bus line from the airport I saw this bewildered looking guy with a backpackers hiking pack wearing winter clothes. (the temperature is 85 degrees) He was fresh off the plane and he didn't have enough money to make the bus fare, which is a freakin dollar.
I asked him what the backpack was for. He said he was a college dropout from Oregon who came here to make a new life. His speech had a bit of a noxious frat boy sort of accent. He knows a few people on the Island but that's pretty much all he seemed to know, and he bought a 1-way ticket. Crazy plan huh?
"That's what everybody says.", he said. He was a little defensive about discussing this subject and asked me if I was being "facetious", which made me draw an eyebrow. Zach was his name. I directed him to a local hostel and left to pick up a car rental. I gave him my number and invited him to a drink on the boulevard if he got his shit in order by tonight. I could use a few acquaintances around town.
Later he texted me saying that he "found his place". Whatever that means.
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