20150425-1741. In hindsight, I’m NOT too sure if I’m interested in dealing with life, especially love.
After my parents and I exited the funeral parlor to the left, I noticed that Fortunata the Ilocano bitch (who divorced a white guy) was sitting with two old white folks, whom I sensed were his parents.
She is one of those small-headed, high-nosed, short Filipina whose English is straight and direct. But I could sense those kinds can be overbearing. Guys don’t like that much of a challenge.
Yeah, so anyway, I don’t think I can handle the in-laws or friends of said companion, if any. I might as well crack joke to King Philip, or anyone within earshot, that I’ll look for a dog. If it’s a Chihuahua, I’ll call it, Spunky, or if it’s a bulldog, I’ll call him Spikey or Spooky.
20150425-1720. While waiting in the car for my parents to buy food to go, I was grooving to live performance by a long-haired Filipino guitarist, who sat in front of Bulacan Bakery. It’s a relaxing tune appropriate for sunset by the beach and he hit the notes with yodeling inflections. They were hoping to buy dinner but got dessert snacks of puto and coconut-filled rolled bread instead.
20150425-1024. There was another vehicular accident. A small pick-up truck of Spider-Man blue color had its driver’s side headlights busted. It was turned facing square towards the sidewalk on the right where the recycling plant is located. A VTA bus had its hazard lights flashing. The right rear part was slightly off/away from the sidewalk. The dark-haired Mexican driver of the small pick-up truck was outdoors and talking on his cellphone.
20150425-1014. Traffic on southbound highway 101 grinded to a halt!
I was just passing underneath the Matilda (or Lawrence) overpass when we saw a black egg-shaped car in an accident. It was facing towards to center cement divide. It’s rear end was halfway into the fastest/carpool lane. It had a concave dent smack dab in the middle of its driver’s side door.
One dark-haired guy was looking inside the passenger window, while another dark-haired guy talked on his cellphone. He ran across the FOUR lane to speak with three people (two white of which one was a moo-cow fat female and one Asian male) standing in the emergency lane.
There was another egg-shaped black car crashed into the high, ochre-colored, high cement wall to the right. It’s passenger rear bumper wad shattered/crushed! I believe this was the Asian guy’s car.
There were two other white vehicles parked in front of the crushed black egg car off the right. I believe these belonged to each of the two white persons.
The first crushed black egg car off the left had a Florida license plate (three oranges and green leaves) ending in 033.
To me, that was a Masonic message unto moi, since that incident just occurred on my watch/in my presence en route homebound from our grocery shopping at Moffett Field!
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