As things turned out, the twosome on the motorcycle just sped right past me. I guess the weren’t too worried about me identifying them, plus they probably wanted to return to their friends and keep the party going. These model citizens were doing like 80 mph in the dark – and with NO lights on.

I was shaken but I willed myself to get over it. The Negril trip was just starting for me, and I simply had to put this unfortunate incident behind me. I have had a few other little run-ins in Negril through the years, but this was the most scary. He could have knocked me over.

What made things even more dramatic was, just for this one day, I was carrying ALL my money and cash and bank cards in the compartment in the scooter, as I was 1 percent worried my valuables might get stolen from my room, something that happens in Negril.

Now, if you’re reading this, please don’t let me talk you out of coming to Negril. However, if you need someone to talk you out of going out alone four hours after the New Year’s celebration, I can do that. I probably shouldn’t have been out, but then again I had a legal right to do so. Ironically, there were more police out than usual on this night, but at the roundabout and not on seven mile.

I had plans to jump into the ocean soon. And if that can’t wash away your troubles, then you don’t belong in Jamaica.