Hey folks, I'm Harlin and am going to tell you a story. Some say that I made it all up but I'm telling you that it's all true. You can believe it or not, but I'm sticking with it.

I'm just a country boy who happened into a situation. I don't doubt it a bit that you would have handled things as well or probably better than I did, but there I was and someone had to do something. It's just like my grandpa told me every chance I got, "When the going gets rough, you have do do what you have to do." So I did.

Let me tell you what happened and then you can decide for yourself. Did it really happen or am I just full of it?

I have lived down a one lane road off the highway all my life. It's pretty much what you might expect. An old farm house where my grandpa was a boy and my folks and four brothers called home. I won't go on about that since that's not the story I am telling you. Even so, home is a place where you can get some good air and raise some hell now and then. If you know, you know and if not, I sure don't have time to educate you about being a country boy. I'll just leave it at that.

I still don't know what got into me but one Tuesday morning I got it in my head that I needed to pack up and take the train to the big city to find out what that was all about. So That's what I did and there's where this story starts.

As I stepped off the train, I found the surrounded by towering skyscrapers and honking cars. The noise and frenetic pace of the city were overwhelming at first, but eventually, I grew accustomed to it. The city was alive, filled with a cacophony of sounds: cars, buses, and taxis honking their horns, people chattering away in different languages, construction sites, and street performances. The sights were equally intoxicating: towering buildings with neon lights, busy markets full of people pushing their way through the crowds, and street food stands with their vibrant colors and irresistible smells.

I started my day by wandering through the busy streets, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. I marveled at the department stores with their gleaming windows and the street performers who captivated crowds with their performances. I saw huge billboards advertising everything from cars to clothes to the latest gadgets.

As I continued my exploration, I passed through different neighborhoods, each with its unique vibe and personality. I saw people from all walks of life, each with their own story to tell. I heard different languages being spoken and ate food from different cultures.

As the sun started to set, I realized that I had never felt so alive. The city had awakened something inside me, and I knew I wasn't ready to leave just yet. So instead, I found a small apartment to rent for a few weeks and continued my exploration of the city.

For the next few weeks, I continued discovering new things, meeting new people, and learning about different cultures. I ate at Michelin-starred restaurants and tiny street food stalls. I visited museums, galleries, and music festivals. I even tried my hand at salsa dancing, something I had never done before.

Eventually, my time in the city came to an end, But just as I was preparing to go home, I noticed some odd happenings in the last neighborhood I visited. I did not understand their significance but knew I should stick around to better understand this unusual activity.

I had noticed something strange happening in the last neighborhood I visited. People were whispering in hushed tones, and the normally bustling streets were eerily quiet. I tried to ask around to understand what was happening, but no one seemed willing to talk. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I knew I couldn't leave until I figured out what was going on.

After asking around, I stumbled upon a small store with a handwritten sign that read "Open for business." Curiosity piqued, I entered the store and was surprised to see people huddled in corners or gathered around a small radi...