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Loading ...LOREGA –“Life is meaningless” claims Kevin Zapanta 42, resident user deep within the heart of BARANGAY LOREGA. Initially his first response as he melted shabu (methamphetamine) over a foil with a blue lighter that lights up at the bottom, displaying a pornographic image of an asian woman when projected onto a nearby wall, that can easily be purchased at the back of LOREGA MALL for 15.00php.
After inhaling the rising spirits of the cooked shabu, he then had another initial response of going outside with sundang (sword) in hand and started cutting up coconut leaves from a nearby palm tree, intent on making a silhig tukog (broom twigs) out of the sheared twigs. Engrossed in this particular activity he exclaims “We can make anything we ever wanted!” quite confidently. And within the next 6 hours and 35 minutes he had made tote bags out of rubber and tubes (7 in total to be presumably sold to purchase more shabu), often disassembling and assembling once more the radio cassette player, and scratching and gnawing at his extremities showing his missing teeth.
The environment around Kevin is locally known as a place for dealing the illicit and addictive recreational drug shabu, and pork among many other whimsical things. “life is meaningless,” continued Kevin, “whether you’re walking talking or whispering or howling or running or swimming or eating or shitting or doing this and that and this and that or fucking, or working…” drones Kevin, scratching invisible bugs under his skin while playing a solitaire card game only he understood.
“He’s a messiah,” says J. R. “JUN-JUN” jr. 32, (actual name and age) when asked to elaborate he simply said “you can see it in his bulging eyes”.
Other residents of LOREGA share the same view, “We sometimes wake up at night hearing his parables,” says ALICE 29, describing Kevin walking with rapid steps up and down the street usually between the hours of 03.00 – 05.00 am, raving, arms flailing, elbows in impossible angles and facial ticks, “I would wake up my children so they could see him!” said Alice of the stoned prophet.
“It is as meaningless as these crystalline rocks I smoke are beautiful,” muses Kevin in his drug shanty, observing the shape and glint of the white shining rocks less than a teaspoon full he got from up the street, he leans in as throw away graffiti lining his walls from previous users illuminate as he clicks the blue lighter while DYBUDGET AM 69khz twitters and tweaks obscenities from the disassembled radio “only to dissolve into one moment, one high, one life.”
“Don’t you get it?” he preached on and proceeded to smoke more shabu.
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i like it. very convincing that i almost believe it to be semi-true. lol.
it IS semi true! hahahah smoking crack is nearly as interesting as huffing. not really.