I like going out. Preferably on one on ones mostly because I like listening and you don’t get that with so many of you talking all at the same time. I’m one of the guys. I’m straight. Don’t get me wrong. I just grew up more comfortable around guys. Playing ninja and beating your playmates is far better than dressing up Barbie. Enough of the looseness of associations. Some of my guy friends ask for my say when it comes to having trouble with my kind. That is the situation I found myself last night with a long time friend of mine.
My friend picked me up last night.
What’s the problem? I asked. I knew this routine. Whenever he has trouble with his beloved, rather than drink, he’d sometimes ask my opinion. Libre pa medical advice minsan. In the middle of his story, I thought Joe or Sampayan or Bri should be here. Earlier that day, me, Joe and Sampayan were talking about random stuff. Mostly I was trying to knock some sense to Sampayan about something while Joe took the middle ground. At least they would provide another guy’s point of view. After dinner, I had to have some espresso so we went to the parking area to get his car. To our horror, the car was uhmm murdered. All four tires - flat.
This is not a random act, I thought. No need to panic. I mean we were in an isolated lot, poor lighting… did I mention isolated? *nervous laughter here. I don’t think Billy Blanks could get me through this. But I have a weird sense of something. It’s useless to be afraid. At least at that moment.
I looked from one flat tire to another and laughed. Anybody got grudges on you? I tried to look around discreetly. Looking for lurking shadows. Hey we live in crazy times. Wouldn’t it be funny…Got any metals, sticks, bats or something in your trunk? I know do no harm first.. but there’s always self defense *Bruce Lee sounds here…
The security guards admitted they were concerned that we might file a complaint against them. Why weren’t they guarding the parking area? Throw tantrums or something. In short they were very helpful. Not in a preventive kind of way as we hoped but then, hey that would do.
Save for start-a-riot-Sampayan, we are mostly a peaceful bunch. I figured if this was a deliberate act, then it would have happened anyways.
We took out the tires and hauled them to the nearest 24/7 vulcanizing shop. The shop was in some scrupulous location, it was near a dilapidated videoke place where most of the patrons were already drunk, singing in what I believe is a porn version of Magic Sing. Tanduay reeks. My friend was worried. I could see it in his face, so I tried to ease his worry.
Some night huh? This is definitely memorable. I joked.
The bystanders as well as the shop owners kept saying – naku galit ang gumawa nito sa iyo. One of them asked me if I had a jealous boyfriend or something. Nyeks. Nyeks. Patawa. I thought long and hard. Me? Nah. I’m not much into commitment stuff.
To cut the long story short, the shop did not have the tools to fix such badly damaged tires. If this was in the ER, I’d diagnose those tires as having multiple stab wounds and explain the prognosis to the relatives. I’m sorry we tried our best.
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We got home late. I warned my friend to watch out as chances are, it was a deliberate act. Ingat po. Sabi ni John Lloyd.
I have a feeling even Biogesic couldn’t help my friend.
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