the bush boys

no. they didn't help the bush campaign during the past u.s. elections yah turd. god knows they'll cringe and die first before they help that chimpanzee bush get re-elected.

they are my friends. and i miss them.

back in college our little group was known as the "bush boys." we had our "tambayan" situated at the EH grounds - a worn out bench strategically placed under a ten-year-old pine tree. our group was a cross sample of every known type of human species, but we got together and stuck together because we shared the same interests.

like other 16-year-olds with hormones going berzerk and trying to figure out our own little place in the scheme of things, we shared a lot of things - stupid sexist offensive jokes, non-sensical stories; our two cent's worth on how to make music; how the government should function; how to make effective crib notes to pass an exam; how to date girls; how not to get them pregnant; we shared problems; we drank gin until it was time go; we drank beer until it was the last call; we smoked weed and hash even it wasn't time for it; we laughed; we cried (or did we?); we exchanged opinions; got into heated debates; got into fist fights; but we always stood by each other's side.

we started out as batchmates, having graduated from the same highschool in 1996. but since, our "barkada" grew, accomodating people from all walks of life. we welcomed everyone who shared our interest... well, we welcomed them mostly because they just wanted to smoke weed and drink beer and gin, anyway.

and at the center of all the things that ever happened at our tambayan, every story, every tear, every laughter, every puff, every shot, the lone witness of it was that pine tree. i tell you, if only the police could make that tree testify, it could incriminate all of us into serving at least five years of jail time.

we were juvinile. and at the same time we were free. free from the troubles of the real world. we lived on our daily allowances. and we never have to worry about anything until the bell rings and you have to go up and attend your class.

we were the bush boys. we were delinquent, yet friendly. we were depressed and happy at the same time most of the time. and we were always in our element for the four or five (in my case, three-and-a-half) years that we've been together.

this is a tribute to sev, arvin, marvin, jhunie, m3, makol, bhee, teepee, wilver, cardz, jun, nichole, anthony, and everyone i failed to mention.

may the beer and gin never stop to flow for all of us. and more importantly, may the weed in our bloodstream never be traced by the n.b.i.

i'm out.