Running Of The Bulls

Last night as I sat with Meg on the Santa Monica 3rd Street Promenade, in a "fake English pub," eating "fake Mexican food," I was challenged by an honest to goodness real life Vallecano (a person born in the Madrid neighbourhood of Vallecas) named Raul Sanchez, that if I was ever in Spain with him, at a suitable time, that we should "become like brothers by running with the bulls." I am afraid that my fate may have been sealed.