BAD TRIP 17: Sloshed
My landlord is a drunk. A serial drunk. He usually stays drunk for two straight weeks, sometimes more. While at it, he doesn't bathe and stinks like hell. I wonder if he gets to eat at all in his drunken stupor.
He is a bachelor in his mid-30s but looks much older, and stays alone on the ground floor of the ancestral house he inherited from his parents. We, his boarders, occupy single rooms on the second floor. The rent he collects is his only source of income. Right now, we're down to two, at one thousand pesos apiece. I wonder how he survives on two thousand pesos a month.
I've stopped speculating on why he throws his life away like this. Perhaps it is his way of coping with loneliness and hopelessness, albeit temporarily. At the end of the two weeks, he shuts himself in his room and emerges a few days later, sober and meek as a lamb.
But in the meantime, I have to put up with his knocking on my door in the morning -- totally wasted and reeking of urine and puke -- asking for 20 pesos to buy cheap gin to get him through another day of self-induced coma.
One week down, one week to go.
(sigh)
He is a bachelor in his mid-30s but looks much older, and stays alone on the ground floor of the ancestral house he inherited from his parents. We, his boarders, occupy single rooms on the second floor. The rent he collects is his only source of income. Right now, we're down to two, at one thousand pesos apiece. I wonder how he survives on two thousand pesos a month.
I've stopped speculating on why he throws his life away like this. Perhaps it is his way of coping with loneliness and hopelessness, albeit temporarily. At the end of the two weeks, he shuts himself in his room and emerges a few days later, sober and meek as a lamb.
But in the meantime, I have to put up with his knocking on my door in the morning -- totally wasted and reeking of urine and puke -- asking for 20 pesos to buy cheap gin to get him through another day of self-induced coma.
One week down, one week to go.
(sigh)
posted by Miki at
6:16 PM
9 Comments:
A mind and a life are awful things to waste. At the rate he's going, your landlord will be lucky if he makes it to 40 without any serious health problems.
Loneliness and idleness could prove to be a fatal combination in this case.
@baker: muntik na nga raw mamatay yan one time
naisugod lang sa hospital in time
pity. his Dad used to be a provincial board member
well-known family
his siblings are OK; it's just him who's not
sabayi ug tagay kaha.. basig malibre pa ka sa renta. hehe.
busy lang mao karon pa ko kaupdate. :)
yesterday morning, he told me just that: i don't have to pay rent if i gave him 20 pesos so he could buy "coke" (his euphemism for gin), hehehehe
usapang lasheng...
hahaha! at nagtipid sa coke! :p
"one week to go"
i'm intrigued.
are you permanently leaving that shack? going elsewhere?
hmmmm.
care to share?
@midz: actually, i meant one week to go yung lasing nya, heheh. gusto ko naman doon sa lungga ko e, for as long as he doesn't bother me when he's drunk heheh
some people when drunk, become so evil that they really lose control of themselves, only to say sorry (plus the weeping) when they're sober.
good thing he has no violent tendencies
pwera buyag ;p
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