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| Posted in | Posted on Monday, February 16, 2009

After watching the boring NBA All-Star game, I headed to my dentist for another Monday appointment at 2pm. I left the house early looking to get a quick bite at Banapple but since it was hella packed again and there was no vacant parking space I went straight to Shangri-la Mall.

Traffic was heavy along Ortigas Ave. so I took the Julia Vargas route.


As I was about to accelerate from a full stop, this stupid street sweeper stepped back from the center island and hit my side mirror. I swear it looked like he did it on purpose. He looked at the car and started wincing in pain as if I shot him with an arrow to his balls.


I was going around 10 km/h and the side mirror folded upon impact. It was impossible for him to have gotten hurt.

Then some stupid cab driver 3 vehicles behind me started shouting "HIT AND RUN, HIT AND RUN!" Wow. Another idiot. He didn't even see what happened.

A traffic enforcer pulled me over and I obliged because I knew I didn't hurt the man.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by more than 20 traffic enforcers and cops. My path was blocked by 3 squad cars!!! You'd think I was the most wanted man in the Philippines.

Talk about OD. SMH

The first traffic enforcers who arrived at the scene started shouting at me without even finding out what really happened. That ticked me off. The street sweeper didn't even have a valid complaint yet these fuckers were taking his side already because according to them, it was a hit and run.


They wanted to take me in to 3 different places but I said no. I knew it would've been game over for me if I went with them. I stayed inside the vehicle the whole time.

I talked to the dude I hit because according to the traffic enforcers and cops I spoke with, the street sweeper's right arm and elbow were severely injured. Swollen. Black and blue. O'RLY? I tricked that fucker into raising his left sleeve using his supposedly injured arm. Then I asked him to compare his right arm and left arm. The dude straight kicked himself in the face after the cops saw that there was really nothing wrong with him. No broken bones, no dislocation, no swelling, not even a single scratch.


He obviously wanted to milk me for some quick cash.

I left the scene after a 2 hour stand off with not even a ticket.


You'll never know. They might be part of a modus operandi.

Photos for your enjoyment

The first ones at the scene

Put people in the middle of the streets in the middle of the day and what do you get?

All the shouting made me hungry so I stopped by Pepper Lunch Shangri-la Mall


I finally arrived at the clinic two and a half hours after my scheduled appointment.


Spit bowl

Pew pew pew

My dentist and I

She said I should've karate chopped the dude who tried to fraud me.


Thanks Kim! Hopefully I won't be late again for my next appointment.

Lessons learned from this encounter:
1. Know your rights and fight for them. Unless you've obviously done something wrong. Do not get out of your vehicle.
2. Never piss off the cops. My game plan was to get them on my side the whole time. I shook the hand of ever cop who came to my window and spoke to them in a gentle manner.
3. Be aware of your surroundings. You'll never know if people are just trying to pull a fast one on you.

I would like to thank the Pasig police for being patient the whole time. Also to the dudes who kept me company on the phone and provided names for me to drop just in case. I never did have to drop names.


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