Homeless Diver

A guy lost on Boracay

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I’ve spent so little time drinking recently that the Universe sent its minions of mayhem to steer me on a wayward path of poor decision making.

The very day after Chad leaves, I started by having a single drink at home and visiting Blue Mango where I had two more drinks and a large quesedilla over the next few hours. Had the bag with Chads and my diving gear sitting nearby.

Current total: 3 drinks and a decent meal over 5 hours. Still sober. Clear memories up to this point. All-day brownout still in effect.

Next is Cocoloco’s and its blurry. I cannot recall having drinks, sitting on the stool or bench, talking to anyone, or havoing the backpack. The only memories are of a pizza in front of me and a certain view: I was in the front about where the benches and stools meet and I looked to see Jo-Ann sitting at the stairway table with that strange smiling guy that was trying to barfine her the night before. I remember that view clearly and thinking… wow… they pimped out one of the staff?

Time: 21:00 and sober back in the room, unpacking the scuba gear. I remember this clearly, thinking I had just come from Blue Mango…. The whole Cocoloco event wouldnt be remembered for a couple days.

Feeling sober, I tripped to Sundown for some finer snack food like good cheese, salami, imported drinks. Stopped on the way back for a single drink at Red Pirates and had a conversation with Rose Ann about her other job – I clearly remember these events and being sober enough to feel slightly bored (which is really sober for me). Brownout ended and I brought the groceries home.

Time: 21:45 and damnit, I forgot eggs! Drinks: 6ish I’m assuming a couple at cocoloco for the tally. I remember being clearheaded. After getting sari store eggs, I stop at Island Staff dive shop for a few drinks with some friends. Acos makes a great spanish omlette with the offerings. He does it pulutan – appetizer fingerfood style.

Time: 23:00 got my good drank on now baby! Group splits, I return home.
Whoops, I need to get phone load for tonight…. Get it…. Stop next door at the Cowboy-something bar and…
… And yup, there it goes blurry again. I clearly remember the ending and departing, but none of my stay at the cowboy although I clearly remember only having a single drink.

Time: 12:00 – midnight. Drinks: 10 or less, not even up to snuff for my daylong average. Woke up angry and fitful.
There I was, having a lite week, staying generally sober – but nooooo, someones god had an attack of “lets fuck with JD”.
You hear me Universe?!? I fucking WIN! You suck, now go cause miscarriages in breeder 3rd world countries or something else useful… we saw what you did in Haiti, thats a good start, little low on the body count but its a good start.

For now, the photo galleries seem to be offset with the wrong titles to other galleries. Not sure when or how that happened.

update mid Jan 2010: seems to have been a sql issue and happened around the same time other server issues popped up for the company.

The 51-year-old from western Sweden is being treated at a hospital in Angeles City after he was seriously beaten by the guards at a nightclub in the city’s entertainment district shortly before Christmas. Sources say the victim remains in a coma after the attack. “Two security guards have been indicted on charges of attempted murder,” foreign ministry spokesman Anders Jörle told The Local.

All this was over the bar trying to charge higher “lady drink” prices for his girls beverages. She was not from this bar and everyone knew that. Doll House guards were the ones listed in news stories although this person claims the mamasan also kicked him in the head after he was down. The mamasan reportedly didsappeared, not to be seen again.

In this pic, you can see blood left over from the ear and caked into the eyebrows.