It's a story that needs a line or two from all of us. But beyond that, the Oarhouse is once again–in its rightful place in Malate.
|the women of the japanese karaoke place next door|
came out and did their nightly salt-throw blessing.
|then the people came, one by one and now in pairs..|
|anabel and reg thought that with electricity,|
maybe opening night was going to turn out okay after all.
|...and the glares (stop me if this starts sounding|
like the star-spangled banner)