Those Were The Days

The car ride was quiet.
He, driving.
Me, picking at the dry skin on my sunburnt face.
I couldnt think of anything to say to him.
Was it because i was tired?
Or have we changed?

In the past, we headed up to JB very often. Just the two of us.
Occasionally, the gang would join us.
I had a lot of fun on these trips.
For hours, we would talk about life, about the people around us, loads of rubbish, wrestle while he was driving, laugh at other people..
Passed the customs, back in singapore, he would ask:" Where to now?"
And depending on my mood, we'd circle around the Yin Yang streetwalkers in Geylang, Changi or Desker Road, squirming and screaming in horror at the monstrous ones.

Once, we were chatting at a isolated stretch in changi (overlooking the airport runway), when a military vehicle came to chase away everybody (because it was a protected area).
Of all people, the "soldier" in the vehicle was my buddy F.
I was uneasy because HIS seat was in the reclined position.
I wonder what it looked like to F who loved catching people in the act during his patrols.
I was just rubbing out the bruise on his arm you know. Really.

I miss those times.
I miss you, my friend.