Back Alley
Sitting behind a pub along Boat Quay, I pat his back as he gags on his own puke, gasping for air in between his gutteral chokes.
That's 3 of my guys. Some very dear to me. They made me more earthly so to speak; beheaded my High Horse and sat on it smiling. I really thank them for that. The air's different; smells like a mix of tobacco and martell if I'm not wrong.
He told me he's in the midst of breaking up. The other told me he was going to court soon to plead guilty.
I pat his back as he wipes off the rest of his stomach juices on his mouth. I counsel them both as if I had the experience of a 40 year old (like a virgin still though). Telling them it's fine if she's having fun in another club with another guy or if the judge is going to be bad ass. "It'll happen, just be ready for the worse, seriously it's bad shit but f*** you tell me your life stops just because of this wall of shit, don't pussy leh?"
It's along those lines of vulgar pep talks that I give my guys day in and out.
"EH F*** you better come back or I'll sign you off to the YOU-KNOW-WHERE. Please la don't liddat leh you want to drink at least jio me go la? We finish the balance then think of something else to do lo"
I guess it's tough if I have to write appeals to ten million places, think of ways to skive off work FOR them and making sure I keep to promises I made with them to pray they get into uni courses, lighter sentences and job interviews...
On a much lighter note: Some of my people were held up in a police station because 2 X 7 year olds were lodging a police report.
Boy1: "Mr policeman. We need to have a report. Something bad happened"
Policeman: "Hi, yes sure please tell me what happened"
Boy 2: "We were walking home and found 70cents on the floor. We want to find it's owner"
Boy1: " Ya we want him to get it back fast. It's very important
Oh my life is borang. ....NOT. (:
That's 3 of my guys. Some very dear to me. They made me more earthly so to speak; beheaded my High Horse and sat on it smiling. I really thank them for that. The air's different; smells like a mix of tobacco and martell if I'm not wrong.
He told me he's in the midst of breaking up. The other told me he was going to court soon to plead guilty.
I pat his back as he wipes off the rest of his stomach juices on his mouth. I counsel them both as if I had the experience of a 40 year old (like a virgin still though). Telling them it's fine if she's having fun in another club with another guy or if the judge is going to be bad ass. "It'll happen, just be ready for the worse, seriously it's bad shit but f*** you tell me your life stops just because of this wall of shit, don't pussy leh?"
It's along those lines of vulgar pep talks that I give my guys day in and out.
"EH F*** you better come back or I'll sign you off to the YOU-KNOW-WHERE. Please la don't liddat leh you want to drink at least jio me go la? We finish the balance then think of something else to do lo"
I guess it's tough if I have to write appeals to ten million places, think of ways to skive off work FOR them and making sure I keep to promises I made with them to pray they get into uni courses, lighter sentences and job interviews...
On a much lighter note: Some of my people were held up in a police station because 2 X 7 year olds were lodging a police report.
Boy1: "Mr policeman. We need to have a report. Something bad happened"
Policeman: "Hi, yes sure please tell me what happened"
Boy 2: "We were walking home and found 70cents on the floor. We want to find it's owner"
Boy1: " Ya we want him to get it back fast. It's very important
Oh my life is borang. ....NOT. (: