it’s official.

I am now a fucking Dirty Old Man.

Will need to get that pair of white leather shoes, cream colored gabardine bell bottoms, satin hawaiian shirt, and gold jewelry.

all of a sudden, all her friends are calling, leaving messages, professing love and support. inside me is this cynical asshole shouting – where the fuck were all of you when she was alive and needed to hear all that?

but it’s all good, better late than later.

grief – it comes at you unexpectedly and in waves. all you can do is let it course through you and ride that fucking thing until it subsides.

it’s only been a fucking week that she died.

you start by packing her things into little boxes, one memory at a time. you try to get everything out of your sight because every item reminds you of her and it breaks your heart every time.

it’s been a week that she’s gone and I’m still waiting for the phone call asking – where are you, have you eaten, are you ok, and all that shit wives ask their husbands when they’re apart from each other.

I know that’s not going to happen anymore and there’s this big bottomless hole in my heart.

there were times at the hospital when I was too tired and it showed on my face. she’d see it right away, console me, and give a warm embrace. now I’m fucking regretting that she had to do that. she was the one with cancer.

wow, maraming salamat sesame street at sa unang pagkakataon, may muppet nang pinoy.

back story: TJ stands for Totoy Jakolero. kasi nung bata siya, tulad ng karamihan ng mga batang pinoy na lumaki nung dekada sitenta, panay ang hawak sa pototoy niya.

isang ligo na lang, magiging kamukha ko na si Don King.

tapos, pwede na akong magpatayo ng pastry shop. tatawagin ko itong DonKing Donuts.

sa sobrang anghang, mag iiba ang tunog ng utot mo rito.