in memory

I’m thinking of a dead man.

The dead man’s name is Emmanuel Cunanan, a good friend since elementary. He was stabbed dead in Cavite three years ago, another victim of gang war violence. I only learned about it last week through a mutual friend in Facebook.

So that’s why he hadn’t called me for years. I remember that even when he was in prison – his “college,” he once told me – he would give me a buzz every now and then just to shoot the shit. There were times he sounded weepy, but most of the time he was in his usual jolly self.

I will surely miss the bastard.

Now my thoughts are drifting toward that lazy afternoon many years ago when, on top of Lores Subdivision’s rickety water tank, we plotted ways to own the world and its bevy of beautiful girls. I never thought he’d take that shit seriously… and in his own hands.

I should’ve invited him for a drink when I last saw him in the summer of 2004.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. pinoydaysleeper
    Nov 26, 2009 @ 12:03:01

    nothing beats hi skul highs..
    mga ang barkada..
    sad how we outgrew some of these stuff

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