Late Friday afternoon I got hit by a car.  We were parked across some 711 somewhere in Manila.  Pong was doing DFA biz and King was doing  personal biz.  Marco was guarding the van.  He asked me to buy Tropicana and cigs so I do.  I cross the street, buy, get out the door.  I look left, there's some faraway car.  I glance right as I start crossing ( Read more... )