Last Monday morning while I was swimming in the figurative sea of legal documents. Raffy the forehead showed up and surprised me and my co-workers. He is called “the forehead” because his forehead is large as the Araneta Coliseum. He is almost bald, although he is only in early 30’s. Raffy was a former messenger of the firm. He worked in a factory in Dubai for 2 years, and came back alive, miraculously.
Let me give you a short background about Raffy: Raffy was a Criminology student. He dreamed of becoming a member of PNP. He keeps an unlicensed firearm in his things. And he knows a lot about martial arts shit. He is a black belter in Combat Aikido. He single-handedly fought a stand fan thrown to him by his ugly wife. He was not able to finish the course because he impregnated his gf and married the ugly broad. I was surprised when I learned of his intention to marry. He was a real ladies’ man. Girlfriends, left and right, top and bottom. He was your regular Casanova. He is good-looking, if you think Tintoy is good-looking.
Raffy is ok, he is my friend. Not a friend of ours, though. So, I invited him for a drinking session in Jimmy’s place, right at the heart of Tinapa City. We missed the guy. I also phoned Eddie the pimp. Eddie and Raffy are friends too. Eddie is a godfather to Raffy’s firstborn. When Eddie and Raffy are in the same room, the room becomes brighter. Raffy’s forehead is like 100-watts bulb, while Eddie’s head is like mercury. The funeral parlor owners are delighted to see these guys together, when they are around there is no need to turn on the lights. Too bad, Eddie could not go with us, he is suffering from diarrhea, The god of promdi wiseguys must be punishing Eddie. Too much pimping. Too much visits in the horizontal refreshments.
So, Raffy and my officemates went to Jimmy’s place. We ordered and drank Red Horse Stallion Beer. Raffy dominated the night with his war stories about the fucking middle east. The stupid Indians, Lebanese, and those guys who wear rugs in their empty heads. And the first and the last time he fucked a Russian prosti. Too expensive, according to him. Tony Soprano should be ashamed of this Raffy. And I envied these two, they have tasted Russian vodka, while I satisfy myself with local brew. Ain’t fair.
I went home drank but happy to see and talk to Raffy. I just did not know if Raffy was allowed by his wife to enter their abode. The ugly wife is cruel too. Perhaps, Raffy slept with the plants that evening.
What a way to spend Monday night!! What a kick in the balls!
Let me give you a short background about Raffy: Raffy was a Criminology student. He dreamed of becoming a member of PNP. He keeps an unlicensed firearm in his things. And he knows a lot about martial arts shit. He is a black belter in Combat Aikido. He single-handedly fought a stand fan thrown to him by his ugly wife. He was not able to finish the course because he impregnated his gf and married the ugly broad. I was surprised when I learned of his intention to marry. He was a real ladies’ man. Girlfriends, left and right, top and bottom. He was your regular Casanova. He is good-looking, if you think Tintoy is good-looking.
Raffy is ok, he is my friend. Not a friend of ours, though. So, I invited him for a drinking session in Jimmy’s place, right at the heart of Tinapa City. We missed the guy. I also phoned Eddie the pimp. Eddie and Raffy are friends too. Eddie is a godfather to Raffy’s firstborn. When Eddie and Raffy are in the same room, the room becomes brighter. Raffy’s forehead is like 100-watts bulb, while Eddie’s head is like mercury. The funeral parlor owners are delighted to see these guys together, when they are around there is no need to turn on the lights. Too bad, Eddie could not go with us, he is suffering from diarrhea, The god of promdi wiseguys must be punishing Eddie. Too much pimping. Too much visits in the horizontal refreshments.
So, Raffy and my officemates went to Jimmy’s place. We ordered and drank Red Horse Stallion Beer. Raffy dominated the night with his war stories about the fucking middle east. The stupid Indians, Lebanese, and those guys who wear rugs in their empty heads. And the first and the last time he fucked a Russian prosti. Too expensive, according to him. Tony Soprano should be ashamed of this Raffy. And I envied these two, they have tasted Russian vodka, while I satisfy myself with local brew. Ain’t fair.
I went home drank but happy to see and talk to Raffy. I just did not know if Raffy was allowed by his wife to enter their abode. The ugly wife is cruel too. Perhaps, Raffy slept with the plants that evening.
What a way to spend Monday night!! What a kick in the balls!
