Narrative

When ever I think of the past, I think of Subic City, Philippines. The sex, mostly, comes to mind. When I close my eyes, I still see the rows of bars with their neon signs proudly displayed, hear the loud rock music screaming through open windows, and smell the sex leeking through the opened door ways. One day, of the two years I had spent there, stood out more in my mind than any other. …

…and loved it. So now, why did I want to know the bar girls names? I kept asking these questions over and over in my head as I slowly walked through town. When I got to the end of town, I came to two conclusions: I needed to change my perception on life. And, since I gave the old woman all of my money, I had to walk nine miles back to the naval base.