Holy Land Ch 1 Part 4"Why would anyone want to leave this town?"
"Well, Rico, despite having such comfy accommodations here, the girls are flaky, and I don't get along with the mentality here. And add the night I had last night," I tell the one friend I have here.
His mouth is agape, and his eyes narrow. I can only assume he's trying to process another defiant retort, but it's hard to take someone serious when their appearance and manner remind you of Carlton from Fresh Prince.
After a brief pause while trying to conceive a thought to share, he finally says, "You're just running away. Running away." His forehead creases while his brow draws inward to further dramatize the scowl he's giving me to accent his argument.
"No, my misinformed friend. Running away is exactly why I'm here. Charging head first away from my problems and into this situation. I'm going back.
This is the Land of the Lotus Eaters. I don't belong here."
Rico remains in unspoken judgement, only showing the confusion of the term with the an