- kanina ko pa naririnig boses mo but i didn’t know where it was coming from. i couldn’t find you.
- maybe i’m not really here. maybe i’m just in your head.
- planting evil thoughts?
- kailangan pa ba?
- ang gulo dito no?
i didn’t answer. taking a long drag from my newly-lit cigarette, i scanned the room. it was really a mess. i watched as two guys in masks (one wore a george bush mask too small for his face, the other was wearing joker’s face) clawed out each other’s eyes fighting over the last piece of meatball. an eyeball rolled and stopped by my left foot. i stooped down to pick it up.
- if only i knew evolution would bring us smaller brains and shorter tempers, i would’ve stayed in 1999.
- personally, i prefer curry over meatball.
i handed him the eyeball with my lefthand and took his bottle of beer with my right. i’ve gotten used to having 2 fingers, the other 3 have fallen off nearly 3 weeks ago. evolution, it seemed, decided that apart from giving the finger, picking noses and wearing expensive wedding rings, humans don’t really have use for their middle, ring and pinky fingers. it’s such a pity. i would have really loved to give him the finger then.
- i heard her birthday’s coming up.
- yeah. we’re having cow.
- cooked?
- of course. fortunately, we still haven’t lost our taste for salt.
only a few feet from us, a girl crouched facing the wall. i could see her arms moving, but what exactly she was doing, i couldn’t figure out.
- so hi.
- hi.
and i left. i lit another cigarette and put my diving mask back on.