It is deep, dark night, a moonless night. Young "Maria", cute little Asian baby dyke, skater-punk extraordinaire, strides down the hallway of the youth center. Self-confident. Alone.
She is sure she is safe. But as she passes a recessed seating area that's completely cloaked in darkness, a deep voice, the voice of a man of from the deepest recesses of pinoy history, booms out from the utter black.
She is sure she is safe. But as she passes a recessed seating area that's completely cloaked in darkness, a deep voice, the voice of a man of from the deepest recesses of pinoy history, booms out from the utter black.
Ubalubalang! Mabutay, girl!!!
Jump. Jump hard.
(PS: Twice or thrice in every winter season, I incur a severe burn by way of the wood-burning stove. Last night, it got its first bite -- took a chunk the size of Manhattan out of my arm. Consider that preemptive karma for this tragic tranny Friday.)
"Lay it now on the ground, throw/
in a white noise sound, like a tranny on a ten."
Dedicated to VV, 'cuz she likes these McTools
