His Last Name Isn’t Bates

Had a wonderful time shooting the breeze with Nelz (see The Dyowza Chronicles) last night. Talked about Norman, immature exes, what-ifs, Norman, childish feuding among close friends, sex and love, Norman, imaginary confrontation scenes in Bed, Sarah Geronimo, going to Canada in stages, Norman, long-distance friendships, bad timing, penis size, money, and Norman. When I got up to go to the toilet I was about to say, “Excuse me, Norman” when I realized I was addressing the chair beside us. His presence is as palpable as the glow on Nelz’s face.

Okay, okay, maybe I exaggerate. Sorry Nelz, must be just the new haircut by Ipe.

Hahahahaha!!!