Bonifacio explained what happened, and how he ended up getting incarcerated in jail. I would have been shocked. But after all his activities over the years, nothing surprises me from my Filipino friend.
"Don't say anything over the phone Bonifacio. This is not a secure line."
"I forgot all about that."
"I'm going to call our man Confucius. He has the best lawyers in town. In the meantime. Just sit there and wait."
"Thanks Moses. Looks like it's going to be stale coffee and rock hard stale bread for me here for a while. Let me know if you were able to get Confucius's lawyer team."
We hung up the phone.
I checked my cell phone for Confucius's number. I have it on speed dial. I called him. He's not available. I left a message.
Looks like the old gang is somehow kind of getting together this past day. It reminded me back in high school when we were in the same home room class. There were so many different kind of races. There was over 40 of us there. We were just like New York City. The "Melting Pot" of the world. Some of us are alive right now. Some of us are gone. Some are out of the country. Some went on to better things. Others went behind bars. But that was a tight knit group.
The first year of school, we went through three or four home room teachers that first semester. The first was an old lady, and I think she couldn't take us anymore and she just quit. The second was this weasel-type of guy and he couldn't put up with our rowdy bunch and he quit. Then I think there was another one, but she only lasted a day or two, and asked to be transferred. Then the final teacher was Mr. Killerbrooks. The wrestling coach. The guy was built like Hulk Hogan, and almost as big as Hulk Hogan. He didn't take our crap, let alone put up with it. He disciplined that group I tell you. The following semester, guess who the school placed as our home room teacher? Mr. Killerbrooks all over again. He wasn't too bad. It's just the guys couldn't be as rowdy as they want to be. For example, there is no snow ball fight inside the classroom during home room class, when it's snowing outside. Oh yes. Our guys were notorios for opening the window and getting the snow and making snowballs and start hurling it at one another.
If you were an outsider, and walked inside that home room class of ours, you would have thought you walked in a mental institution and all the insane patients were loose, and chaos is all over the place. To all of us at the time it seemed normal. But looking back, it made me laugh. We did seem like messed up looney birds inside a bird cage.
This brings me to a "Writer's Tip", to get through a "Writer's Block". Make a list of your classmates in the past. Describe how each one acted out in home room class, or section class. How were they different from each other. Did everyone get along? Were there groups or cliques formed? What was the teacher like in that home room or section class? Who were the biggest troublemakers?
Now that I've written that away on my little notebook of ideas here. I think I'll just eat that sandwich tomorrow. I'm going to sleep early. It's been months since I've been able to sleep seven hours straight. I've got class and work tomorrow. Before getting some shut eye, I tried to remind myself, I have to call Confucius, then call Delilah, and avoid Yusuf's girlfriend's call, and if I have time between work and class, drop by the central booking precinct and see if Bonifacio's okay.
And at that I drift off to a long sleep.
@ Lonely Procrastinator - At the end guys want the deeper girl. But most of the time in the beginning the shallow ones always seem to take his interest, until her shallowness slowly unravels as the relationship deepens.
@ zac.eros - Thanks.
@ ella.ella.ella - Thanks. Everyone said the same think about the triple K.
@ missSHAKEspeare012 - Not the nagging ones. I had to put a combination of good and bad traits. There's something about talking dogs. I just can't put my finger on it. And I will find out what sort of trouble Bonifacio is in and let everyone know.
