ok so this is some sort of tale of how marco’s chrsitsmas was. i shall say it was eventful and at the same time very revealing. And oh, please take note im not sober while im writing this, but dont get me wrong its not the power of the alcohol that pushed me to write this stuff, Its just that theres something in my heart aching to write this historic(for me only) event.
so now, HOw the fuck did this all start. ok it started mid morning when i messaged a friend named francis in IM and I commented about his status which read “shit!!!!!!!!!!!” . I said, why in the world are you cussing very early in the morning? and he was like “its a shitty christmas today bro”. then i fuckin understand his sentiments. Especially when he bit on my joke about drinking. he was like “sure bro, after my duty”. Me thinking that’ll be all cool atleast i give homage to a friend who needs someone this christmas time. So hours past and boom! (it became koko crunch) it was already 2pm(our agreed meeting time) but rained poured heavily, as if the heavens is forbidding me to go out. Luckily, it subside after an hour, so I continued my journey to their place and we met and we drink some beer on a store on the next street and we were a little tipsy. Continue reading
