The Dog that Followed me Home

A friend and I met up one late night for a couple of beers to unwind from the work week. I live quite near our favorite watering hole and thus have no problem getting home even when I’m stinking drunk since I live a scant five to ten minutes away, definitely walking distance. We capped…

The Medium

Anton dela Vega is getting restless. He has been waiting for four hours in the basement parking lot of one of Makati’s prime commercial establishment. He has already gone through one pack of his Marlboros and has been growing steadily uneasy. The source of his agitation was not the burly man in a Barong Tagalog…