It was a cold night of July 14th 1993, the taxi's have been driving on the rain filled roads of the New York city. I was alone like always, i prefered it that way, always was a loner. Lost in my thoughts I wandered the city looking for work, a man without work is a man without peace in mind.
I stumbled upon a note on the wall asking for help, just a regular physical work needed, fair enough i said to myself. I answered the call and met the boss at the nearby warehouse... and there they were... bunch of them, dressed in animals just dancing
I thought to myself... God in heavens what is going on here.
The boss urged me to finish the job and get out, this isn't the place for those of feint heart.
I got to work... but i could feel them... their eyes on me, their bestial instincts kicking in... I am not afraid to say, i feared for my life....
I rushed myself to finish the job and i did that just fine, i put up the sign in front of the warehouse that said
Conejo Blanco