turning back
damn these memories, they always reduce me to tears. the date,well, dates me.
here i am in 1993, getting ready to put the paddle on some expectant neophyte whose folks made the fortuitous mistake ( i have yet to regret a moment of it) of choosing unit 4 of the men’s dorm to dump their son in. they did not know what they were in for, nor did they know that it was hard to say goodbye to these nasty walls…this darn campus.
i… became… in UPLB.
perhaps soon i shall put it all down, commit it, finally, to paper. and we’ll have a laugh, a few sniffles, a lot of bawling, and big, big hugs all around. damn these memories.
me in a striped esprit shirt (all the rage even then), pepe jeans folded at the cuff, suede loafers, and a signature fan
