Day XCVII

Sharing the booze

     A forty pounder was a humongous bottle of booze, much bigger than a fifth, but I don’t really remember how many ounces it had. It could have been forty, but I really just don’t know.

       “Na man, make it Johny Walker!”

       “Dewars!”

       “Deal!”

     Man, all of that BS just for a bottle of booze.

     “Anybody else wanna come along?” I asked.

     They all had to work, so it was just me and Kunt. With plenty of smokes, a huge bottle of scotch, and three days to party, we jumped on the Tranpanga to Manila. The Tranpanga is like a regular bus, except it has one side open. It’s really scary, if you’re riding on the outside, so we got there early, and got a window seat.

     As soon as we sat down we opened the scotch, and enjoyed our ride to Manila, as we chugalugged, and shared with our fellow passengers. By the time we got to downtown Manila we were all feeling a really nice buzz.

    The first thing we did was find us a nice motel for our stay. I wanted to have a really cool time, because this was going to be my last trip to Manila. Forty seven days, and counting, my time in the service was short. I was elated, and I couldn’t wait to get out.

     We rode the double decker bus on Roxas Blvd, it’s really a scenic route along the bay. If we had a couple of ladies with us, it would have been real cool. It’s a very romantic ride, with the moon hanging over the bay. But it was cool just the same. Afterwards, we went to a club where I had met Chino once before. We ran into a couple of musicians I had met with him, and they told us Chino was out of town.