THE LOST BOY SCOUTS

On The Little Hours of Monday, the forlorn apparition of Star Scout Romeo Rallos wrapped the orphaned dental tools of Star Scout Wilfredo Santiago in a mosquito net from the B Hotel where delegates to the Annual Review of Year 5 retreated in cold rooms with the scent of special empanada, miki, bagnet and Ombu Kusina's prawn tempura coated with salted egg clinging to their skins.

Although the Venerable Mother Ignacia del Espiritu Santo luco was not on board Flight 869, Contingent Scoutmaster Dr. Bonifacio Lazcano assigned Assistant Scoutmaster Librado Fernandez as her eternal purser with instructions to ensure that only Senior Scout Pathfinder Henry Chuatoco's igado and dinakdakan is served for the in-flight meal to comfort Air Scout Observer Gabriel Borromeo whose bass guitar is playing a non-stop lamentation of Ihaw Balot Plaza's miniature crispy tawilis. 

It was Moe who handed the guitar from Hong Kong to First Class Scouts Antonio Limbaga and Benecio Tobias to exorcise the disappointment of a cancelled priesthood and non-enrolment at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology that not even a delicate grilled ensaymada and a combo of sisig, lechong kawali and lumpiang shanghai from Inyong's Grill can compensate.

The 11th World Scout Jamboree is a nightmare and The Law According to Lidia Poet is to offer a dinner of leftover sinuglaw, crispy pata and kare-kare at the Hidn Lounge for the 24 who perished while being serenaded by an angelic voice that carried a cacophonous choir through a boisterous night of fried chicken and kropek at the Music Match Family KTV.

I am a spiritual Pathfinder once but I missed the bus to Santiago by 11 minutes so Arthur have to pick me in Baloc for a lunch of Pare Eboy's dinuguan and Sir Marlon's tinungkoy na bibe because Pare Amor is on chemo and I hope the asshole gets lost in Bohol and never come back...