So...on New Years Eve, Joysa and I made our way into Tita (Auntie) Gemma's little get together in Angeles City, 2 hours north of Metro Manila. As I have noted Gemma, an ex whore, has a daughter, Maikhee, usually referred to as "Khee," the product of one of her paid liasons in Japan. Khee, a beautiful girl, sadly chose a local ne'er do well named Josh with which to waste her youth.
Quickly getting pregnant-on purpose-Khee dropped out of university and did her best to quickly become one of the unwashed legions that collectively form the great underbelly of one of Southeast Asia's poorest nations. Having her child, she set about breaking the record for closest consecutive pregnancies...while young Josh went to work on a blossoming addiction to liquid benzodiazepines. Khee, with two infants, took a position in one of the many call centres dotting the former American air base, Clark.
When Joysa realised I was with Lovely, shortly before this New Years get together, she suprised me by asking to be my #2 wife, or concubine. Although it is not unknown in Jewish Culture, we after all are polygamous, it isnt something I have ever aspired to. I was angry she had made the offer, telling her I would not even consider it. I told Joysa that she deserved more than serving as a sexual outlet. Still, I had long ago promised Joysa New Years Eve and so there I was, far from home and dreading it.
When Joysa had found about Lovely it was through the cancer of social networking pages. She told Khee and Josh, with the latter then hacking into Lovely's page, those of her immediate family-including both her parents- and perhaps most importantly, the webpages for her family's cellphone shoppe. Needless to say, I had a few things to settle with Josh.
When Joysa and I arrived everyone was pretty far gone on "tuba," a native rotgut made from nipa palmtrees. Incredibly strong and bloodred, it is to most Filipinos what sake is to tge Japanese (or Aquavit to Norwegians, etc). As such, Josh didnt register my arrival. I told myself that this would most likely be the last time I would ever see Joysa, and therefore really did not want to ruin the occasion by bludgeoning her cousin's paramour. Sadly, my best laid plans, as the adage goes, often go awry.
Round about 11PM Josh seemed to climb out of his intoxicated oblivion. Smiling he told me he liked me...even if I had killed Jesus. Being called a "Christ Killer" does not phase me. I smiled sweetly and asked him what Christ said about injecting drugs. I did this mind you, in a room full of poor Khee's kith and kin. Joysa giggled but the rest of the room looked aghast, mostly in Khee and Josh's direction.
Josh badly needed to save face so what did the young lad do? He threatened to kill me, telling me that I had no idea who he was, or what he could do. I replied, calmly, that I knew exactly who he was, an irresponsible little boy who had never been taught to keep his dick in his pants, a brash lad who involved himself in strangers' love lives...and of course a drug addict sorely in need of an HIV test and a lifetime supply of condoms. With spittle flying from his potty mouth, Josh lunged for me. Held back by a man sitting near him, Josh acted as if he wanted to tear my head off.
I then picked up Khee's iPhone, quickly moved parallel to Josh and smacked him in the face with the phone, cutting his eye socket and breaking the phone. I then quickly put him in a take down choke hold, a Krav Maga position we use on arrestees who err in resisting us at checkpoints...but put pressure on his neck to black him out. Noone tried to intervene but Khee and several women were screaming and crying. Standing, I kicked Josh hard before leaving with Joysa.
After we had walked aways, Joysa began criticising what she said was an over-reaction. I really resented what Joysa was saying but instead offered to walk her back to the party. Of course that merely eatned me a tirade about how I didnt care what happened to her, so why pretend. I had reached my limit, I looked at her, and matter of factly replied, "You know, you are absolutely right. Forgive me for pretending," and walked away for good.
I took a taxi back down to Manila, and of course was gouged like crazy. I had to wait two more days for my flight back to Butuan but seeing as how I still managed to spend New Yeats Eve with Lovely, even if by webcam (Android phones are great), there were no reprecussions to speak of.
Quickly getting pregnant-on purpose-Khee dropped out of university and did her best to quickly become one of the unwashed legions that collectively form the great underbelly of one of Southeast Asia's poorest nations. Having her child, she set about breaking the record for closest consecutive pregnancies...while young Josh went to work on a blossoming addiction to liquid benzodiazepines. Khee, with two infants, took a position in one of the many call centres dotting the former American air base, Clark.
When Joysa realised I was with Lovely, shortly before this New Years get together, she suprised me by asking to be my #2 wife, or concubine. Although it is not unknown in Jewish Culture, we after all are polygamous, it isnt something I have ever aspired to. I was angry she had made the offer, telling her I would not even consider it. I told Joysa that she deserved more than serving as a sexual outlet. Still, I had long ago promised Joysa New Years Eve and so there I was, far from home and dreading it.
When Joysa had found about Lovely it was through the cancer of social networking pages. She told Khee and Josh, with the latter then hacking into Lovely's page, those of her immediate family-including both her parents- and perhaps most importantly, the webpages for her family's cellphone shoppe. Needless to say, I had a few things to settle with Josh.
When Joysa and I arrived everyone was pretty far gone on "tuba," a native rotgut made from nipa palmtrees. Incredibly strong and bloodred, it is to most Filipinos what sake is to tge Japanese (or Aquavit to Norwegians, etc). As such, Josh didnt register my arrival. I told myself that this would most likely be the last time I would ever see Joysa, and therefore really did not want to ruin the occasion by bludgeoning her cousin's paramour. Sadly, my best laid plans, as the adage goes, often go awry.
Round about 11PM Josh seemed to climb out of his intoxicated oblivion. Smiling he told me he liked me...even if I had killed Jesus. Being called a "Christ Killer" does not phase me. I smiled sweetly and asked him what Christ said about injecting drugs. I did this mind you, in a room full of poor Khee's kith and kin. Joysa giggled but the rest of the room looked aghast, mostly in Khee and Josh's direction.
Josh badly needed to save face so what did the young lad do? He threatened to kill me, telling me that I had no idea who he was, or what he could do. I replied, calmly, that I knew exactly who he was, an irresponsible little boy who had never been taught to keep his dick in his pants, a brash lad who involved himself in strangers' love lives...and of course a drug addict sorely in need of an HIV test and a lifetime supply of condoms. With spittle flying from his potty mouth, Josh lunged for me. Held back by a man sitting near him, Josh acted as if he wanted to tear my head off.
I then picked up Khee's iPhone, quickly moved parallel to Josh and smacked him in the face with the phone, cutting his eye socket and breaking the phone. I then quickly put him in a take down choke hold, a Krav Maga position we use on arrestees who err in resisting us at checkpoints...but put pressure on his neck to black him out. Noone tried to intervene but Khee and several women were screaming and crying. Standing, I kicked Josh hard before leaving with Joysa.
After we had walked aways, Joysa began criticising what she said was an over-reaction. I really resented what Joysa was saying but instead offered to walk her back to the party. Of course that merely eatned me a tirade about how I didnt care what happened to her, so why pretend. I had reached my limit, I looked at her, and matter of factly replied, "You know, you are absolutely right. Forgive me for pretending," and walked away for good.
I took a taxi back down to Manila, and of course was gouged like crazy. I had to wait two more days for my flight back to Butuan but seeing as how I still managed to spend New Yeats Eve with Lovely, even if by webcam (Android phones are great), there were no reprecussions to speak of.