Another quick story (I have more too)

The other day I was sleeping soundly, gently swaying in my hammock. It was pitch black, no roosters, dogs, pigs, children, rain or insects to ruin the silence. I was in a high school basketball game, leagues above my competition, stealing and scoring at will. The crowd was cheering, I was on fire. Then my coach, who suddenly turned Panamanian, said ¨Buenas Dias Unima¨and started singing crazy Panamanian cowboy tunes. He was belting it, guitar in hand. Next time I looked over at the bench, he had a Panama hat on and his shirt was half unbuttoned. He was just singing away, as loud as he could. This continued until halftime until I finally came to my senses.

I open my eyes, it´s pitch black but the singing continues. Where is it coming from? Ah, I was sleeping! What time is it? 4am Hmm.... Why is the radio blasting? I can´t fall back asleep. Who the hell is listening to the radio...I need to investigate. I get up, walk out to the kitchen, stepping over sleeping family on the way. The radio is on the table top, volume on 10. I turn it off. Ah...my ears... But that won´t cut it. I need to remove the batteries too. Ok, just one. I´ll hide it in my room.

Around 6 am when I woke up peacefully, I took great enjoyment listening to my family putzing with the radio trying to turn it on. I went back to sleep until 7.