Tuesday, May 15, 2007
DRIVING WITH MY BROTHER
pen and ink on paper
13" x 9.5"
Driving With My Brother
… 5:45 p.m.
… my brother’s car
… waiting for the traffic light to turn green at that new development called Serendra
““Im going to kill you! I swear I’m going to kill you!” you kept on saying when you were chasing me down the street back then”, my brother was reminding me of the time when I did chase him several blocks down the old neighborhood. “…and all that for a stupid slipper that we keep on confusing for the other.”
“Come to think of it, I never did care for those slippers. I walked barefoot inside our house anyway”, I admitted. “Pretty dumb things we did and say when we were kids huh?”
“But you’re dumber.”
“Nope you’re dumbest.”
“You remember those afternoons when we’d be stuck in the room doing nothing. Then I’d put you on my knees and you’d pretend like you’re on a rocket ship. You called yourself – The Rocketman”, I reminisced.
“Well I remember that big old closet with mom’s clothes in the bedroom. Kuya used to scare us with those monster-in-the-closet stories.”
“And we used to hide under the bedsheets and we’d fall asleep both scared. Hehehe… you were always snotty.”
“You snore like a horse.”
“You always kick me with your foot in your sleep. I’d wake up with it in my face every morning and it’s the most sour-smelling thing I’ve known. ”
“Your fart smells like a dead animal.”
“You remember those afternoons when we’d tie the bedsheets around our necks and pretend like they’re capes? We’d mess around with mother’s lipstick and I’d put on some red and pretend like I’m Dracula. You’d pretend like… well, I don’t want to go there.”, and he gave me that “eyebrows-are-raised” kind of look.
“I DID?? I was thinking of that when I was a kid and you knew?” my eyes were so wide I couldn’t believe what he said.
“Come on tol. You had that “I’m the Queen of Sheba” attitude with that red cape and lipstick”, he stifled a laugh while releasing the brakes when the light turned green.
“Those were the times huh?”
“Yeah, they sure were.”
…and we were silent in our own thoughts as the car turned into the parking lot.