Frank is stealing my fucking story.
I better be careful.
I'm the star of this show, not him, the upstart.
Catch you later mate, I said and handed him some peso coins.
He had done well so far so I didn't see any reason why I should be funding his holiday down at Manila Bay.
He had a niche.
He was a novelty.
Better I split before he started asking questions like why was I traveling on his passport. Jack, his brother, obviously sold him out years ago.
This could be messy.
If Frank started asking questions some of the home truths revealed in the answers may tip him over the edge.
'I love it here,' said Frank, who was munching on peanuts. 'I sleep on this park bench,' he patted it lovingly, 'and I get fresh coffee in the morning from Chris' cart and his wife makes me noodles throughout the day.'
So you lost your passport, I asked.
'It was fucking stolen,' he said. 'I was sharing a room with my conjoined twin at Ariang Hotel last year and when it was time to check out, I couldn't find it. Jack was long gone, the treacherous cock sucker.'
Put that thought on hold, I said, 'I've really got to split. If you need anything, come and see me at the Ariang hotel. You know where it is? Yes, it's in the Karaoke precinct. Sure, come around tonight, I would appreciate having someone of your caliber showing me around Manila. It's a dangerous place and one can never be too careful.'
That would appease the fucking bum. I threw a few more pesos his way. Chris caught a few, and they really seemed loose and carefree. Just the way I liked it. Damned if I was going to start being a charitable unit.
I still had about 800 K in my bank account and I intended only spending the cash on myself.
'That's what you think, cocksucker,' snickered Frank.
Fuck, for a bum he's pretty intuitive, I thought, as I legged it back to Mabini Street. The way things were going, I might have to split Manila.
The last thing I wanted was having Frank sniffing around and enquiring. If he knew I was traveling on his passport, things could go south very fast.
I better be careful.
I'm the star of this show, not him, the upstart.
Catch you later mate, I said and handed him some peso coins.
He had done well so far so I didn't see any reason why I should be funding his holiday down at Manila Bay.
He had a niche.
He was a novelty.
Better I split before he started asking questions like why was I traveling on his passport. Jack, his brother, obviously sold him out years ago.
This could be messy.
If Frank started asking questions some of the home truths revealed in the answers may tip him over the edge.
'I love it here,' said Frank, who was munching on peanuts. 'I sleep on this park bench,' he patted it lovingly, 'and I get fresh coffee in the morning from Chris' cart and his wife makes me noodles throughout the day.'
So you lost your passport, I asked.
'It was fucking stolen,' he said. 'I was sharing a room with my conjoined twin at Ariang Hotel last year and when it was time to check out, I couldn't find it. Jack was long gone, the treacherous cock sucker.'
Put that thought on hold, I said, 'I've really got to split. If you need anything, come and see me at the Ariang hotel. You know where it is? Yes, it's in the Karaoke precinct. Sure, come around tonight, I would appreciate having someone of your caliber showing me around Manila. It's a dangerous place and one can never be too careful.'
That would appease the fucking bum. I threw a few more pesos his way. Chris caught a few, and they really seemed loose and carefree. Just the way I liked it. Damned if I was going to start being a charitable unit.
I still had about 800 K in my bank account and I intended only spending the cash on myself.
'That's what you think, cocksucker,' snickered Frank.
Fuck, for a bum he's pretty intuitive, I thought, as I legged it back to Mabini Street. The way things were going, I might have to split Manila.
The last thing I wanted was having Frank sniffing around and enquiring. If he knew I was traveling on his passport, things could go south very fast.
