Urbanized Dolphin

I was born during the late days of June, a time of the year when tropical storms, blackouts and flash floods rules the greater metropolitan Manila, in the year 1981 when my country is nearing its tipping point.

The time, season and even my country’s political atmosphere seems to affect how I would be 26 years after I was born. It would probably explain how crazy and chaotic my life can be.

I grew up in two towns. Pateros and Ususan (a small baranggay of Taguig City).

Pateros is the land of duck embryo abortion, yep, Balut country (Delisyoso!). Its a town ruled by a handful of close knit clans who intermarriage and inbred until they started producing extremely mutated versions of Jimmy Santos. These guys discriminate and have an elitist approach, meaning if your surname is not well known in Pateros then your jack shit. Unfortunately I am a spawn of one these clans. Me and my “strange” dad are the black sheep of the clan for being Men of the Masses.

Taguig is where my mom grew up. A small u-forming landscape of corrupt and illegal activities. If you live in Ususan you’re either from a family who works for the Bureau of Customs, or are working in a brokerage firm, or from a syndicate who runs illegal numbers game (jueteng) and big time drug peddling and deals. Most of my friends in Ususan are either in Jail, dead or out of the country.

Both towns have their own exciting flavors. Its a fun, adventurous and a daily learning experience growing up between these two places. It’s colorful geography and history marked a premium amount of influence on me.

But my family background would do more justice to the insanity that sculpts my existence.

I’m the youngest of three sons. The eldest died three days after being born. The second have unresolvable anger management issues who try to calm himself with hobbies which includes pitbull fighting, playing war games and beating the hell out of his punching bag.

My parents are both flower children. Filipino hippies who experimented and got hooked with organic and chemical recreational drugs. But their both sober now. The proof of this is well, their divorced. You can’t get more sober that that.

My dad is a Customs Police. Yes he’s a government “pig”.A comedian and a “breeder”. He has several mistresses and i have a dozen or more half-siblings (and still counting) all around the country. Every port he got posted at… its bound to happen that’ll he end up knocking some girl off.

My mom, she’s sweet. She loves gambling, smokes a lot, and she’s part of big mafia like syndicate that operates on illegal drugs. But over all she’s sweet. I love you ma’!

My grandparents? Father side, he’s old man is a former mobster turned government employee slash mobster turned religious man slash retreat master. Back in the day he and his crew, which includes Berting Labra, ran protection rackets, numbers game, and customs undeclared item smuggling. Killed or have ordered someone killed. The real Filipino mob. NICE!

Dad’s mom is the youngest daughter of one the richest Don’s in Pateros then a municipality of Rizal. They used to own a big bakery, a pharmacy and a medical clinic. They basically own our town then. NICE!

Mother Side. Her father and all his sibling are cops. Her father got a spy like job working as an intelligence operative for the CIS working directly under President Marcos during the 60’s and 70’s. He’s well known in Taguig to have “anting-antings” that why he never gets killed during “encounters” when he was still an agent. He got 72 children. NICE!

Her mom well, she’s the real deal. The most pretty lass in Narvacan, Ilocos. She was educated and articulate, got two bachelor degrees in college. She was part of the clan in Ilocandia where they killed their kins for political power. NICE!

That’s explains my insanity.

As for me…..

i like to get down and dirty.

I’ve been a professional writer for three years now, yes writing is economically viable!

i think i’m bipolar, im not sure, it sure feels like i am… hehehe.

im a smoker. i drink to get drunk. i am an adrenaline junkie. A hopeless romantic, who got separated after being enganged. A big tough guy. An observer and a reporter of life that is becoming.

I’m an asshole some of the times. i make people laugh… sometimes i wonder if i look like a clown. I’m a literary artist/rebel. I’m a writing sellout. I’m a explicit adult site writer. a weekend warrior…

…. and a bunny rabbit that mutated into a polar bear…

so where’s the dolphin?

hell if know… damn if i care…

feel free to violate my thoughts by reading my “open legs” posts.