A cute mate (my crush before) invited me one saturday night to “chill” at Brews Café in Mango Avenue. He is showing me the place that he used to go and meddled with the live acoustic and/or reggae performance of the band that is a regular in that cafe. Definitely, I gave a thought of coming back on weekends to be one with music of my soul. I find it cool than skinny-dripping wet with party animals in clubhouses.

Lurking around while fantasy-drooled by the lead singer of the acoustic band, came the apple of my eye that night, “Mr. Lonely” ! And my QUEERAZZI instincts are working! Yeah, I don’t know his name and don’t have that effort of confidence to ask! He might give his Pseudoname so I’d rather be ready with my Canon cam and wait for some perfect time to capture the “apple”. Click, click, click… I finally hit the spot! There he is

Whoever knows his name and whereabouts, just give me a private message! LOL.

I still have millions of stories in my mind why you are there with those bottles of red horse you consumed. Has it been a bad night for you? Found that place your comfort? If you’re a regular on the place, we might meet again (as I’m coming back) and maybe that time, I can buy you a drink and we’ll empty those bottles to self-relief and “chill”? Why not?!

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