{"id":148,"date":"2001-08-19T17:45:37","date_gmt":"2001-08-20T01:45:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=148"},"modified":"2001-08-19T17:45:37","modified_gmt":"2001-08-20T01:45:37","slug":"3-hours-and-20-bucks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/08\/19\/3-hours-and-20-bucks\/","title":{"rendered":"3 hours and 20 bucks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--it's a long story. i'm actually still writing it and i will publish it in my annual e-zine, sarisari.org. no. seriously.--><br \/>\nalmost-missed trains and fires under bridges and getting stranded in an unknown place and a demagnetized atm card strip and a cab ride with five strangers and late night &#8220;hi, can you come get me?&#8221; calls and almost <a title=\"footnote\" href=\"http:\/\/today.maganda.org\/alert%28%27since%20when%20were%20payphones%2050%20cents?%27%29;\">running out of quarters<\/a> and sitting on the warm pavement, waiting and waiting and waiting. that was my friday night.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;i can&#8217;t get over the details,&#8221; said matt, snipping away at my hair this morning. &#8220;it&#8217;s just crazy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;i know,&#8221; i said.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s the kind of story you tell when you come home from a trip to a foreign land, somewhere exotic and exciting &#8212; not san diego. those kinds of things just don&#8217;t happen here, at least not to me.<\/p>\n<p>i know i had everyone worried sick, and that in turn made me worry sick, but you know, i never once was afraid for my well being. there is always a way to get from point A to point B, there is always someone willing to lend a helping hand, there is always a mysterious turn of luck.<\/p>\n<p>throughout the night, i couldn&#8217;t help but smile to myself, because i felt alive. crazy and stressed and guilty and sad and tired and hungry, maybe, but alive nonetheless. it was like somebody pinched me hard and i finally woke up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>almost-missed trains and fires under bridges and getting stranded in an unknown place and a demagnetized atm card strip and a cab ride with five strangers and late night &#8220;hi, can you come get me?&#8221; calls and almost running out of quarters and sitting on the warm pavement, waiting and waiting and waiting. that was [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/148"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=148"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/148\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=148"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=148"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}