The smell of nicotine and alcohol combined together in an air-conditioned room floats me back to my childhood. Stings of yesteryears eat through my head as I stood there. Images as vivid as photographs came creeping in and I know that I must be looking like a mentally challenged jackass, smiling and looking blankly into the lighted signboard of the washrooms.
As a child I practically grew up in a pub owned by my uncles. They are the best Country & Western band in the country and they played, if memory serves me right, every night in their pub. Everyone looked forward to go to the pub every night which meant lesser playing hours for my cousins and I in the day because we’ll party all night. Well, everything had it's price.
Soon, you will notice my indulgences in my own monologues are often disturbed by someone or something. In this case, Ramon pulled me out of my daze warning me on the time left before we were supposed 2 go up. I sensed his eagerness. He had gone through a shit load of practice to come this far...we all did. Although it was supposed to be a surprise, but by her showing up at the mamak with almost a bus load of friends (one in particular had an ass till next Tuesday), I was happy she came.
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