It was the fourth of October, 1999, my brother was born. The next day, October 5, my grandfather died. This kid, my lil bro (but technically taller than me, damn), is a genius. Trust me, he knows all jet fighter models there are in this planet. Let him look at an image of a plane and he will tell you all of its specifications. He knows every countrys defense profile. He knows history more than me. He edits Warcraft maps that you fondly call DotA. Yes, noobs. My bro customizes characters and skills. And he will be attending a leadership summit tomorrow (tho I dont really want him to be a student leader). My grandfather, Dativo Premacio Sr., was a writer. He wrote articles for national newspapers. And he wasnt able to go to college. He was the municipal bookkeeper and how he did the magic of organizing all of those books amazed the professional bookkeepers of USJ-R. He did accounting, theater, radio drama, crossword puzzles for local newspapers, balak, poetry, and tons of manuscripts of Visayan literature. He was the first one to bring in famous actors and actresses to Cordova every town fiesta. How he did that was a crazy awesome mystery. He was my Charles Bukowski.
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 09:46:48 +0000
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