There was this guy in my dream. damn, I forgot his name. I met him at a gig or somethin'. I don't even remember if he was in one of the bands.
After a night of drinkin' liquor, I decided that I can't drive to save myself because I'm too intoxicated. So this guy that I've met at the gig offered me to crash in his place. He lives in one of these classy condos. My bet was that it was one of 'em units at Rockwell or somethin'.
Now when it was time to crash into his pad, I realized that he and Emil[an officemate metal-head and self-proclaimed know-it-all]lived in the same pad, different rooms though.
This condo was of course way better than the one that Emil currently lives in somewhere in Pandacan. All I could say before I regained consciousness[and while I was losin' consciousness in my dream due to intoxication] was "Small world dude...."
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