Gay Life

One late Saturday evening, after downing several bottles of Miller Lite beer in a local bar somewhere in Makati City, I decided to go for a spin.

So, after paying the tab, I took the wheel of my restored flaming red Mustang 1967 and drove off to a nearby nightspot in Pasay City known for its girlie shows and other seedy stuffs.

“What’s up?” said the man in white cheap suit with a lighted cigarette in his left hand and a glass of brandy in his right obviously a pimp as he rose from his seat and greeted me across the hallway.

I ignored him and went directly to an empty table in the corner and ordered a bottle of San Mig this time and watch the girlie show featuring a girl, no more than 20 years old by my estimate, doing extra ordinary stuff on the floor fit for a circus!

So, I watched her perform and finished her 'acrobatic' set with an amused expression on my face until I got bored. I called the waiter for my bill, paid and left the place.

I climbed into my car, started the engine and for a minute or two just stayed there and pondered what to do…

Then a thought that brought a smile on my face occurred as I floored the accelerator and sped off at 110 kph heading west to Manila and then turned right at Quirino Avenue and drove slowly until I reached the corner of Adriatico where I saw my target in his favorite "hunting ground," so to speak.

I reached out for the Beretta under my seat, put on the silencer, cocked, aimed and squeezed the trigger twice at the heavily made- up transvestite standing on the side of the street while at the same time pushing the button of my power windows down as the car slowly halted to a stop in one smooth motion.

In the corner of my eye I saw a crimson red flower burst from his neck as the dumdum bullet hit him in succession followed by the unmistakable low shriek of a dying man followed by a loud thud as his body fell on the concrete sidewalk face down.

A few motorists saw the man gasping for his life but did nothing. Maybe they’re just being indifferent or just afraid to get involved as is the usual case in a big city like Manila where people just simply don’t care.

And so, there goes the life of the once famous or notorious “Gay” man on this side of the city lying in a pool of his own blood in the dark and deserted sidewalks of Adriatico.

Another dead man on the streets but nobody seems to care as he will surely end up just like the rest as another entry into the unsolved crime police logbook.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

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