I Am Everything That’s Wrong In The World

And it may be true. For what my brothers and a few relatives think. Or maybe everyone around me see me as the biggest asshole they have ever met.

Could be true, you know. If you see me in my black tees, jeans and worn out shoes, closely cropped hair, earring on one ear, smoking a cigarette, then I guess I am the quintessential stereotype, up-to-no-good hooligan you see everyday on the street.

I gave up caring about it.

I had the made another mistake of helping out a brother who is clearly having some difficulties with rising up to the occasion, money wise. Mind you, I’m strapped for funds myself, but hey, blood is blood, and I think it’s a good idea at the time.

Or so, I thought.

Then came the time that all those funds and helping out really brought me low with the current economy. I just had to ask him to cover for one of my numerous dues. I believed he would keep true to his word. But he didn’t. And it made things worse. I was paying installment for a motorcycle I haven’t had the pleasure of riding. My wife has an affliction that eats up the nutrients on her bones that keeps on tugging at our meager monies. In order for me to maintain a good working relationship with my employer, I maintain an apartment close to my workplace. Amidst all that, I managed to deprive myself of earthly delights and let my brother use some of my hard-earned pay so he can do what he needs to do to provide for his family.

Noble deed, should someone need to label it.

I think of it as a normal, sensible thing to do. Continue reading

What Are The Chances?

Indeed.

How can I start telling what just happened and another incident prior to this one that left me boggled and confused but exhilirated at the same time. Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. But maybe with enough room to breathe, and a good mug of steaming coffee, I might start babbling about it. It was really unthinkable, but always possible, and what happened should have scared me out of my wits.

But it didn’t.

Recently, or not so long ago, if my memory serves me right, not that my memory is failing me but let’s leave that for you to think over. I was nearly sideswiped by a car. No not heavy-hitting, bone crunching sideswipe, but just a nudge really, just enough to get me off balance and try to do a Thomas maneauver to land at the top of the sidewalk, just above the gutter line, and hurt my knee, resurrecting an old injury from my cycling days (oh yeah, I miss my bike) and made me limp for a few days. Nothing really just that, the driver was a newbie, on a spanking new Mitsubishi probably bought by his wealthy dad and was anxious to give it a whirl, and was probably sending sms to a friend about his new ride while making a U-turn down Amorsolo street and made a fool of himself and us pedestrians there. It was nothing really, just a wake up call on my part. The driver got the losing end, with a dent on the fender and his license being put up for claims at the local traffic regulatory office.

It was nothing really. Continue reading