Checking to see behind me, with my side-mirror. The mirror was hanging, dangling all smashed up. Slamming my foot on the brake peddle, the Wrangler sk...dded along the tarmac, stopping a distance, causing a white cloud from the tyres.Jumping out of the Jeep, I looked to see what happened to the other vehicle. I detected it at once, about one-hundred metres away. The land rover was on its side. Climbing out of the back, an angry Mario. Cursing and kicking at the vehicle.“You are going to pay for. Not knowing what this place was, Alex drew near to it, feeling some familiarity to it. It was almost as though he had been here before but could never remember having been to a place like this. He floated closer to it, just enough to where he could make out figures standing on the balconies and walkways. It was then, that whispering voices sounded in his ear, causing him to slip away from this dream, waking him up.Instantly, the dream began to fade, bringing him back to reality and his physical. She walks back, removing the mitts. 'I haven't had a sparring partner for some time, want to go a couple of rounds?' He stops the machine and steps off. 'I'm a bit rusty, but I'll give it a go', thinking that she sounded a bit confident and that his male pride might be on the way to a fall. Gloves on, they stand opposite each other on the exercise mats, touch gloves and begin circling. 'Don't feel you have to hold back, I've taken a few good punches before' she states. Unsure of her comment and. Like a lot of Latino families we live in L.A. the land of sunshine. Mom is Puerto Rican and dad was Cuban-American. Dad had died when I was a boy and mom was a waitress but our Social Security Survivors Benefits gave us a good life.My older sister Liz is 16 now and a little over two years older than me. Liz is a dancer and dances with the Caribbean Community Dance Theater. Seeing Liz shake around with her friends in small costumes always gives me a boner and lots to think about. Liz was beyond.