My original plan was to walk to the start of the Hash trail by taking the path I call My Bitch and then coming down “the tires” behind Columban College. Except it never stopped raining, and I knew that steep descent, which is tough when it is dry, would be treacherous when wet. So, discretion being the better part of valor and all, I opted to do my own street trail.
Turns out, we only had 16 Hashers show up yesterday, the smallest turnout since I’ve been Hashing in Subic. And only one person actually did the trail from beginning to end. Sorry for the wasted effort, Leech.
So, that was the first rainy day Hash of the season. More to come in the months ahead, that’s for sure.
The usual after-Hash hangout at It Doesn’t Matter, only smaller. Then we called it a day and headed back home, glad to be alive.
From the July 2019 LTG archives is this post showing the darker side of my nightlife in Barretto. Now, I’ve never been a hardcore whore monger like many of my fellow expats, but there was a time when I’d occasionally partake in what the bargirls offered. I’m glad that those days are behind me now and that I’ve found a good woman to see me through this final chapter of my life.
Today’s YouTube video takes me back to the first time I experienced being in the 70s. I was one of the biggest potheads around back then, but I got stoned and still didn’t miss it. In fact, I’d say the weed enhanced the experience. I’ve mellowed into being a beer-drinking fool in this iteration of my 70s. Oh, shit, it’s age-restricted. Just click the link to watch.
Can I blame my twisted sense of humor on all that grass I smoked?
Three men were standing in line to get into heaven one day. Apparently it had been a pretty busy day, though, so St. Peter had to tell the first one, “Heaven’s getting pretty close to full today, and I’ve been asked to admit only people who have had particularly horrible deaths. So what’s your story?”
The first man replies: “Well, for a while I’ve suspected my wife has been cheating on me, so today I came home early to try to catch her red-handed. As I came into my 25th floor apartment, I could tell something was wrong, but all my searching around didn’t reveal where this other guy could have been hiding. Finally, I went out to the balcony, and sure enough, there was this man hanging off the railing, 25 floors above ground! By now I was really mad, so I started beating on him and kicking him, but wouldn’t you know it, he wouldn’t fall off. So finally I went back into my apartment and got a hammer and starting hammering on his fingers. Of course, he couldn’t stand that for long, so he let go and fell-but even after 25 stories, he fell into the bushes, stunned but okay. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the fridge, and threw it over the edge where it landed on him, killing him instantly. But all the stress and anger got to me, and I had a heart attack and died there on the balcony.”
“That sounds like a pretty bad day to me,” said Peter, and let the man in.
The second man comes up and Peter explains to him about heaven being full, and again asks for his story.
“It’s been a very strange day. You see, I live on the 26th floor of my apartment building, and every morning I do my exercises out on my balcony. Well, this morning I must have slipped or something, because I fell over the edge. But I got lucky, and caught the railing of the balcony on the floor below me. I knew I couldn’t hang on for very long, when suddenly this man burst out onto the balcony. I thought for sure I was saved, when he started beating on me and kicking me. I held on the best I could until he ran into the apartment and grabbed a hammer and started pounding on my hands. Finally I just let go, but again I got lucky and fell into the bushes below, stunned but all right. Just when I was thinking I was going to be okay, this refrigerator comes falling out of the sky and crushes me instantly, and now I’m here.”
Once again, Peter had to concede that that sounded like a pretty horrible death.
The third man came to the front of the line, and again the whole process was repeated. Peter explained that heaven was full and asked for his story.
“Picture this,” says the third man, “I’m hiding naked inside a refrigerator…”
I guess he didn’t see that one coming.
The skies are clear this afternoon, so there’s that. We’ll see what happens next.