I was trudging up a hill near my house this morning when a co-worker pulled up aside me in his car.
Marcus Browne: What up, playa?
Sweaty, hyperventilating runner: Oh, what up, Marcus? You live around here? I live right up there...
MB: Yeah, man. Right down this road. It's a small island.
SHR: Cool, we should start hanging out. You know, outside of work.
MB: Yeah, mon. For sure. Enjoy your run.
He pulled away, I put my ear phones back in and continued my assault up the hill toward my house. When I got to the small street in front of my house, I started to walk and cool down.
Just then, a tree branch snapped about 20 feet above me and came crashing down with a huge iguana hanging on for dear life. The reptile absorbed the fall, left his defunct magic carpet (the tree branch) and quickly scurried back into the bush.
The iguana's crash landing happened about 10 strides directly in my path. If I hadn't stopped to talk to Marcus, the green bastard would have fallen right on my head.
It was an omen. Today is going to be a good day.
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I'm in my office now and while in the process of writing this, Marcus passed by my desk and I told him the abbreviated story.
"That's crazy, man," he said. "You owe me."
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You think iguanas are nasty? Well, what do you think they taste like? Thanks to our friends over in Puerto Rico, you may already eaten it before and not known it. Check out this story.
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