He takes another pull at his bottle of beer.
It’s cold and crisp, just about every bottle of beer he’s had since he started drinking regularly at the age of 20.
SCORE one for humans. And zero for the bees.
Or whatever insect it was which bit me on my neck Monday morning while I was out for a drive in those tight, two-lane highways in Quezon City where tricycles rule the streets and pedestrians casually walk along areas especially reserved for roadkill.
But then again, it was [...]
