April 7th, 2000 All week I kept running into Sandy. Nothing like last Saturday, simply hi and bye, until today. I was walking to my car at t...e end of the day when a soft whistle pierced the air. It was Sandy and she was walking up behind me. "Hey what's up!" I said as I waited for her. " I asked the guards if they could escort me to my car and they told me to catch up to you..." she said catching her breath. "Haha..... lazy fucks," I said. " sure, come on, I'll walk ya..". ‘You like to be in ‘Pillipines?’’ The taxi driver’s VanDyke brown eyes never leave the road as he manipulates the musty, white taxi around roller coaster curves. Odors of rotten eggs and raw sewage invade the nostrils on the bridge over Olongapo River. The specific smells are difficult to distinguish in the soupy mixture of ‘jeep-me’ exhaust, animal feces, and the stench of a population without personal hygiene. ‘Dolla, mo’m. Please…dolla,’ chants a crowd of 8 to 10 dust encrusted pocket. "He laughed bitterly,"She always has been good at putting two and two together." What do you mean?"He thought for a moment then murmured to himself,"I suppose now is as good a time as any."He stood up and went into the hallway then came back carrying his briefcase, he placed it on the table, opened it and handed me a large envelope."I was going to leave this for you when I went on the seminar but you might as well read it now."His tone of voice had turned cold and impersonal, I reached out with. I picked up my friend Jimmy Miller and we drove it down the main drag through town. It had the Borg-Warner four speed and the beast had so much torque it could spin the wheels in second gear for about a mile. Well, one wheel anyway. Those were the days before positraction. I could lay single patches of rubber at will. I felt so cool.The next day I drove it to school. I felt so proud driving my own car. That day when I got out of school, I drove slowly through the parking lot past all the other.