The Story of Big Boy Blue

And so, big boy blue left the internet cafe to return to his doctor's clinic. To his astonishment, he was rather experiencing a centralized pain on the way back to the hospital. It actually made him think that he's not suffering a respiratory illness at all. Rather, perhaps something closer to the heart - which is actually part of his genetic deformation.



So anyway, big boy blue waited for hours for his name to be called. When he arrived, the doctor was diagnosing patient number 3. Unfortunately our boy is patient number 10, so he have to wait hours among a teeming mass of old folks who never ceased to cough or parade their wheelchairs in the corridor.



But the waiting took a mystifying but frustrating turn. After 2 hours, the doctor is still with patient number 3. Out of frustration and confusion on his affliction, he decided to leave the clinic, went to Masagana Supermarket, and got back to his ailment by eating a serving of pork chicharon bituka and a pack of hopia in Eng Bee Tee.



Afterwhich, he walked back towards Padre Faura to wait for his beau.



In the end, big boy blue never achieved anything that afternoon... unless he would consider a one-way woohoo, a great achievement.