Why should I help???

A weird memory flashed across my mind yesterday as I was with my best friend “the asshole” and his bitch fiancée (N) and a lot of the asshole’s work buddies


I got lost 3 times in London as a kid.


Yep that’s right three times, you’d think I’d have learned by maybe the second time but nope.
I would like to go on the record that I love London and consider it my home away from home



It all started when I was Six years old, I was on a school trip, not an official school trip per se but it was supervised by our school or something don’t really remember the only reason I went was because my sister was going and my mom was going anyway at that time so it was either London or my grandma’s house

On one of the organized outings we were supposed to go to see some place (possibly the tower of London, maybe Madame tussauds wax museum or some other similar place)

I tagged along and daydreamed most of the time (I used to daydream a lot when I was a kid) actually all my school reports stated that “kareem is a very bright kid…bla bla blah but needs to pay more attention” then on the ride back to the hotel I was sleepy so I sneaked to the back of the crowded bus and cuddled next to a “pretty” girl (too bad she was too old for me, she was in grade 11 or something while I was six, it didn’t work out) I was cute back then, before the weight and the pimples and the insecurities piled on.


I woke up maybe an hour later to find that the bus instead of the expected noise of the teenagers who were on board I found two nice middle aged ladies and one possibly deceased English man with a weird hat on his head, I remember distinctly that I didn’t cry, and that’s coming from a kid who was around 6 years old that time, and who didn’t speak English very well.

Strange huh?


Now the way things are in this life Is that now if I find that bus driver who helped me find my way back, to the hotel, called them up and told them there’s a kid that you guys forgot, bought me chocolates and gummy bears or something (and a diet 7up) I don’t know why he bought me a diet 7up but I distinctly remember that it was diet (maybe he thought I might be diabetic and I have tons of respect for him even if that wasn’t why he got the diet one) but the sad truth is that if I he needed a blood donation I wouldn’t give it to him cuz I don’t know him now, I owe him a lot yet there’s no chance in hell that I’ll be able to pay him back, maybe that’s the reason we’re meant to “pay it forward”




Do you guys find it strange that I remember tiny details like the diet 7up one?
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