Friday - Part IV

Tiring you know write my life out in words. My autobiography is gonna be 10 volumes I think. With so many off-tangent chapters. The "did u know" series.

Anyhow, I go back Boat Quay and the clowns are STILL there. Stil at the same tables with the same stout. Yet to decide on where to go. Already a normal club is out of the question. Now we gotta settle for one of those open till 6 joints. That I don't quite prefer cos trouble is always abound in those places.

And trouble we saw. Much of it. All the Progress package induced mayhem. Youngsters are now the newly rich, spend their wealth on booze, booze till they go mad, fight it out.

The cops were in full force. Everywhere trouble erupted. The entire stretch. More than 300 people got arrested on Friday night, if my sources are correct. And from all around. Boat Quay/Clarke Quay/Tg Pagar/MS/Joo Chiat even. In Boat Quay, the spectacle of violence was just too good a sight to pass up. 2 Chinese groups clashed. And the CIDs just knew that they were gonna run out by the backdoor, so they waited for them, pinned them down and bludgeoned them with their baton. Thunk thunk thunk!

Where were we? Haha. Talkin to the CIDs la. After all some of them drink with us in MS even aided us in scuffles before. And also crack jokes at fat cops. You know those who huff and puff and blow the house down after a pursuit. Asking him "How bro..tired not? Want some water?" "Your baton quite big ah." "Lend me your gun la..I shoot these gangsters and testing...they die neh mind right?"

Finally we walked down to Bedroom Bar II. Part two is just across the road from Part 1 and is beside Desire [i have no wish to talk about this joint. you will never catch me there unless I have a very very good reason]. And we got banned! How the fuck do you get banned from a place you havent even entered? The bouncers response: To prevent trouble later. KNN. Scared of the police presence arresting every Tom Dick and Mat outside, you ban us. After a bit of persuasion and hard talking about the merits of us, we went in and had a ball of a good drink.

Trouble did come though. But not for us. Surrounding patrons decided to knock each other up. We jus looked and behaved like the peaceful citizens we always are. These days, so tiring to langgar people. Might as well just play pool and down our whiskey.

Got very pissed off with the waitress though. KNN bitch, this is one girl who is like an adik, we keep her around, give her ciggies, beer, she almost is always with us, sit with us, drink with us, fucks one of us. And she decides to put her hands in our money till. Tequila shots go at 10 bucks at Bedroom, already a fuckin unbelievable price. This bitch dared to come sell us 2 for 36. Imagine that, an 8 dollar markup from bar to pool table, total distance like 2 metres. I mean you want to run a con also must select proper people with proper lies right. Chao cheebai. Sure kena caught out what with us.

Thus the judgment was passed, "You fuckin hell don't come near us again and I don't want you to serve our table or talk to us anymore, and stop your whiny..."abang..abang...sorry"!"

The night ended at 7. It is the shittiest feeling in the world when you walk out of a booze joint and the sun slaps you in the face. Oh well. A fine end to the night. Finer with the breakfast of 2 packets of the finest Ba Chor Fishball Mee Kia you can get in Ang Mo Kio. Try it. You won't regret. Blk 450, S-11, Zai Lai Mee Pok.

Adieu!