oh really?
so a bald man got really really really piss drunk and he was exiting Harry's which was opposite 3 Monkeys, when he tripped down the three steps from the door and landed on his head, back of the head first on the sidewalk. the fact that he was bald made it really obvious that he was bleeding profusely; the blood was seriously just streaming from his head. you can actually realise that there was a moment of stunned silence as the loud "THWACK!" registered in everyone's minds, and everyone's heads turned to the direction of the fallen man. soon a small circle formed around the bald man - including those i assumed are his friends, some other night-lifers who were helping, and most certainly a few kaypohs who couldn't resist such an 'exciting' incident.
of coure, the kaypohs included April, who ran all the way from 3 Monkeys to go have a look-see. haha.
the bald man wasn't moving, and from across the streeet i could see uncle Alphonso trying to heave the man up which he did in vain cos the man was bigger than him. the mother of all hookers at Orchard Towers, Kak Julie, told me the man probably died, seeming he was really really drunk and apparently he wasn't breathing. i didn't know the man, and under all other circumstances i wouldn't pity him for getting himself drunk all the way to hell - but i was praying that what she said wasn't true.
i told Harold to call the ambulance, but uncle Sunny laughed and said this was no big deal. are you kidding me? wait till you get drunk and hit your head on the sidewalk, i'd leave you bleeding there. jesus. all Harold did was bring a first aid kit box which Sunny told him to do, only to come running back ten seconds later cos all he had in the first aid kit box were some plasters and antispetic.
by this time, business at Orchard Towers had literally stopped. hookers and their clients from Orchard Towers Apartments came down to look, and so did the ones from Queen's next door and Britain's down below. even the mat & minahs who sit around doing nothing outside our kitchen went by to have a look.
if you realise, everyone was just looking or staring. no one was doing anything.
i took out my cell to call the ambulance, but Luke stopped me cos he said someone already called in. sure enough, ten minutes later - which isn't exactly what I'd call speedy, the guy could've already died for christ's sake - the sirens came and a stretcher was wheeled to the front of Harry's. some hookers thought it was the police and started running the other direction, this including the old illegal ah-pek pimp in his worn out sandals and rolex watch (irony).
and well, after the ambulance came, all life at Orchard Towers returned to normalcy.
normalcy @ Orchard Towers: hookers & clients rush back up to their rooms, un-booked hookers go up to foreigners and run their hands all over each other, and Kak Julie calls more people in.
yep, it's such a routine that i bet by the next day, this fifteen minute incident would long be forgotten.
