TJ AND THE DISGUSTING BASKETBALL WAGER
There are basketball courts all around, like in the Ateneo Grade School… and every court is filled with sweaty players of all ages. I am walking around, throwing back balls that’ve been knocked out of bounds but am ashamed that my arms can only throw a short distance. I'm a crap thrower, I think to myself. Weakling.
___ I see some 4A guys who have just finished a game… one group seems to have won a wager. Their sexy muse (a girl in a onepiece black swimsuit) starts to climb above my classmate TJ and pushes aside the thong at her crotch to reveal her private parts…. TJ leans back and opens his mouth. The girl, whose knees are perched precariously on TJ's chest (though some guys are helping to steady her by holding her arms) starts to shit down TJ’s throat…. At first it's liquid shit, then it steadily becomes big, solid chunks. The amazing thing is... TJ seems to be enjoying it. All the rest of us are retchingly disgusted.

March 25, 1999
Thursday

THE FIESTA MASS
It's the morning of the fiesta mass. I awake at about 6:30 am and head towards the church. I am still dressed in a white long-sleeved polo and formal slacks. Apparently I slept in these clothes after a band gig or some other occasion.
___The church is a sprawling concrete thing which is not even enclosed all the way… it is a cathedral in a small provincial town… The bishop is celebrating mass and most all of the town is in attendance. I arrive at the breaking of the bread….
___ It is raining. Not typhoon-like. Thin silver shimmers of water pour from the sky in a perfectly perpendicular torrent. I try to sidestep the rain by walking underneath the roofways of the church.
___ I go to one side of the cathedral, where the Knights of Colombus and old ladies of the church are preparing to go to the altar to help distribute communion. They are walking single file towards the altar. I somehow get in their way, much to their irritation.
___ Once they leave, I notice a small side room just off the right side of the altar where there is a vigil room? And some people are there… including my Aunt Kitchy? Posing for photos… like, right after an infant's baptism, that type of thing. I remember being joyful at the idea of getting up early for mass, but also sad that I was late for the actual celebration…

THE "LITTLE RASCALS" FIESTA PRESENTATION
The youth of the parish are in a dugout area… which looks like a building's excavation before a construction company puts in the foundation. They are here to present their program, a short play in honor of the fiesta celebration.
___ In the play, they act like the little brats in Little Rascals… climbing up a treehouse then using wooden “sleds” to slide down fake slopes of earth… they even wear plastic helmets to protect their heads.
___ A politician who is my age is there congratulating everyone and saying “Walang-wala yung ibang presentation sa Manila dito sa show natin…buti pa talaga tayo”. I guess he was making everybody, especially the kids feel it was alright. But frankly, kids sliding down earth in wooden sleds wasn’t the most thrilling of presentations.
___ The show was held at night, because there were spotlights shining down as if on a football field.

APPENDAGES FROM BATHING IN RAT URINE
And then suddenly I am talking with some geeky girl scientist about rat urine… and she is showing me her army of caged rats and cats in her laboratory.
___ She collects urine from the rats to use for new-born rat larvae…. She bathes the larvae in the urine in order for them to gain appendages. (For example: First bath: leg, next bath: tail, next: leg, and so on….)
___ And I was saying, “Whoa, think of how cool it would be if a human took a bath in that urine… we’d grow rat appendages too!” Then the girl showed off her rats… all walking in single file thru the maze she’d constructed in the lab room, after which came in the cats, also well behaved, in single file. All this while I was rolling up some crepe paper (the kind used for throwing in the air, during fiestas) and having a bitch of a time rolling it up. I wonder why….

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