There I was, sauntering down Makati Avenue towards Greenbelt. How many times have I taken this walk with my coffee babies? Tonight was different somehow. It's as if I was looking at things for the first time. I was. The full moon made the shadows eerily longer than usual. I never really paid attention to such things before. It made sense. The three of us always had different views on things. Probably the sole reason why we liked each other so much. I was nearing the Manila Pen when I felt my cellphone vibrating. I fished it out of my pants pocket.
San ka na? the message read.
For a moment, I thought of stopping right in the middle of the street and do my Shakira move (now that i have the hips that don't lie hah!) and sing on top of my lungs with my newly acquired Vina Morales voice. Instead, I quickened my pace almost running and after every fifth step I'd take a controlled leap, that my right foot was suspended in the air, allowing my left foot to kick it. After the third jump, I suddenly felt exhausted. I could have went on, if it wasn't for my beer belly. So I started walking again and smiled to my self as I tried to remember what had happened the last fifty minutes.
A lot of strange things had had happened to me, I tell you. Like that one time when I woke up in the middle of a public cemetery and later realized that my underwear was missing. What about that time when I woke up smelling like horse and cow shit because I slept inside a plant box? But these things are bound to happen when you drink booze way more than your body can tolerate. Waking up inside somebody else's body though, is entirely a different matter altogether.
to be continued....
