Under the Lamppost in the Black Hat Street

All those twists and turns became my nightmare when the same guy that saved me and interrupted the business here, let out a piece of white cloth. Again, I close my eyes and accept my demise but he just put it around my head to cover my eyes serving as the blindfold. Then, he speaks, "You have to wear this" he speaks in a manly voice as if he was both careless and gentle in terms such as these. Why did this happen to me? Join me, Erwin Montreal in my experience under the lamppost in the Black Hat Street.