what's this life for?

after i rendezvous with the rest of the b.r. crew, i felt a little gawky... i guess having been away from the night scene, seeing all the bars spread like butter and people roaming around like ants ... my gosh (ala kris aquino), i was bewildered, big time!

louie and i were inseparable, as usual. we were hopping from b.r. to that bar (er, forgot it's name again!) behind us. we were like toads, mate -- hopping and jumping!

anyway, i just kept on laughing even when i'm not hearing what they're talking about (you should have seen my face) ... it's pretty loud out there, you know. apparently, louie is so close with the "masters" of this "sunofagunidontfuckinremembercool" bar. "aren't you too old for this shit, buddy?" i would have ask the proprietors if we stayed a little bit longer. well, they look pretty old to me... and did i mention they were pals of freddie abuda who personally came in the flesh and shook our hands? you got a strong hand-shake there, amigo!

you can google his name if you like cos i'm not about to bore you talking about him. besides, i'm an alaska fan, comrade.

we got a few freebies we couldn't refuse. hey hombre, keep it coming! the sizzling balot fizzled my alcohol burned-out taste buds... gracias!

again, back to b.r. where resident dj, earl, was found tinkering... mixing the best fusion of music with our sophisticated, state of the art, dolby sorround sound system... careful with that dude. it's priceless.

lot's of people on a wednesday night, huh? not bad.

it was there, where b.r. main man, louie, entertaining his guests, people downing shitloads of red horse beer and smoke to their hearts content --- that i realize: why? why? and more why's???

the why's i shoot that night were for me to answer during my solemn moments... so, if you feel like being boy abunda, skip it!

i'm not about to get serious here but on my way home, it just dawn on me that i can't do the things i just did as often as i like. i guess, not anymore... there's got to be a better way to enjoy life... like eating pizza at mb's or da vinci's, gorge on sbarros' bake ziti, munching chiken wings at sunburst... the odds are endless.

tonight, it's friday. just got my paycheck. i'm gonna spend a few bucks of it to have a one-on-one session with my patron saint, our patron saint - st. miguel.

i will ask him pointblank: what's this life for, bud?

now, if you'll excuse me, i have an appointment to make.