Mr. Cool

Whoever says that I don’t know what goes on in my mind is a fool. I am very much aware and in control of my senses and emotions.

In fact I am such a control- freak that whatever I do involves a lot of studying, careful planning and calculations before undergoing a particular undertaking.

And I am very good at it. I seldom make mistakes and err in my judgments and decisions.
That’s why I was never caught and never will be.

I tell you, in a country like the Philippines where most law enforcers are corrupt, inefficient or ignorant about the basics on the proper procedures in investigation and gathering pieces of evidence, I can say that I will remain scot-free for the rest of my life.

You can bet your life on it.

I’ll tell you a story about this girl whom I happened to befriend while attending a disco party in Alabang. She came from a well-to-do family and drives her own car- a black Mazda 323.

We became close friends and became intimate in so short a time. We both discovered that we were both the adventurous type and then would drive around the streets of Metro Manila until the wee hours of the morning.

We would then pass the night in the sea walls of the Cultural Center of the Philippines Complex and had our breakfast in one of the food stalls there. This goes on for about 3 months until I decided that I had enough of her presence.

During one of our adventures, this happened around one cold December morning in the year of the Dog- I decided to finally push through with my plans.

We checked-in inside one of those drive-in motels in Paranaque and ordered some food and beer, had rough sex and fell asleep due to sheer exhaustion.

At 2:30 am I woke up, got my Marlboro Classics leather belt and strangled her with it.

It was so fast that all I can remember was her eyes!

Those big black eyes gouged, that stared and looked at you in blank horror as she finally succumbed to her death.

I then sat on the edge of the bed and lighted a stick of Lucky while contemplating what course of action is best under this particular circumstance.

After a couple of puffs, I flipped the butt into the toilet and flushed it down the drain. I wiped all the things inside the room with the towel erasing whatever fingerprints and other telltale signs that the police might find.

I then plucked three pubic hairs to add to my growing collection, dressed her up and carried her limp body to the garage and inside the car.

I called the motel attendant, handed him a 1000 peso bill told him to keep the change and handed me the gate pass.

I then drove to Coastal road and stopped in an isolated bridge to dump her lifeless body into the murky waters of the creek. I then sped away in her Mazda 323 and proceeded to Bangkal in Makati City where I cleaned the car of whatever traces that police would lead them to me and leave it in one of the streets there.

It was already 5:00 am so I hailed a cab and told the driver to take me to Chowking- Padre Faura in Malate where I have my breakfast of sweet ham and hot coffee while admiring the beautiful hookers who were flocking to the Chinese Fats Food chain to satiate their appetite after a night‘s work.

Then I went home, took a hot shower and slept the day away…