Running low on funds, I took the jeepney on my way home from my mid-week jog last night in Marikina to my place in Cubao.
Unfortunately, the sound system blared a 70’s Sampaguita classic, disco version. I wanted to puke. It was preceded by a really ugly rendition by some unidentified local rock band which kept on caterwauling Quezon City’s various housing projects, as in “project 2, 3, 4 and so on…” in its lyrics. Ugh…as in ughly!
Handed over my fare but I didn’t even bother asking for the change, I alighted and changed jeeps during a traffic jam as the audio assault became too much for me to bear. I pity the kid sitting right across me. He covered his ears with his hands.
It was too awful to describe. It must be the same music being played in hell to torment doomed souls. I should remember to be good.
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