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Based on True Events
Growing up in my childhood days, i hung around 2 other street kids. We were a trio. In the crew were Twin, Buenconfasio, and me, Dwizal, and we had the same mission. Operation kaon. We would scrounge for pesos, or peso bills, just to get our bellies filled. We walked the streets collecting recyclables, caroled beside cars and in jeepneys that were stopped by the streets lights, etc. Until 1 day, we find Petron Gas bottle filled with grape juice. The drink mesmerized us because the flavor looked purple! It was that purple drank, so we drank it. The drink made us drunk, dizzy, walking mindlessly like zombies, with no thought of direction. Next thing I know, I wake up in a foster house being treated tenderely by a looney but very ambitious dude by the name of Juken..
I haven’t seen my comrades ever since..
I met a jeepney driver/pimp name Brogi who took me under his wing. Brogi showed me and a group of other unfortunate kids, the optimistic views of life. To learn how to be happy even though what you got is not a lot. He was a passionate man whose passion was to see people happy (hence, the cheap rides…) He had so much love in his heart, he couldn’t be hated on. He was a holly jolly charismatic man who died because of a hypertrophic cardiomyopathy in other words, his heart was too big… and liver failure from too much red horse.
“Juan?? Juan Dwizal!? Is that you, iti!?”
Some one really familiar walked towards me. By Golly! It was him! 1 out of the 3 amigos from way back when we were street kids. It was Twin. We talked about our past and he told me he woke up in a hospital after that purple stuff. The purple stuff he claimed gave him super hero artistic abilities and invited me to come join him next month at an award ceremony dedicated for his master pieces on the 1st of September.
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Brogi’s other students were taking advantage of the inherited business. They forgot the true meaning in the love of happiness and made it the lust of happiness and providing drugs as a short trip to wonderland. After discovering the corruptedness of what the new generation of pimps were doing, I left before I brought chaos and destruction to the respected home of Brogi’s Building. I left the business, but I never forgot the integrity of my mission.
When I started to relax I started thinking,"That purple stuff gave Twin super hero artistic abilities...”I thought to my self, I did have some of that purple drank so maybe I have super hero artistic abilities as well.” I walked around the city streets with a cape on my back, during broad daylight, spray painting a bunch of happy related symbols in hopes that people would smile after seeing my super hero artistic artwork that I thought I had…
but the people just got mad and called the cops on me…SUPER FAIL!
“jump...”
A little scared… I looked around to see if anyone was around me. I questioned him and his soft tender whisper changed into an evil demonic scream...“JUMP!!!”
which made me jump up off my seat and got me off balance. I fell off the 40 story high roof top ledge, my arms and legs flailing everywhere. While falling down, I cycled my feet in hopes to be able to get close enough to the building to grab onto something. Amazingly, I stopped falling down but started walking in air horizontally, nonchalantly. I then knew what my purpose in life was. I was to be a super hero.
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FAST FORWARD.
I’ve been savin people from being sad from thinking they were going to die, from people who thought they lost their valuables, and just basically from being unhappy. But what comes with Super Heroes, comes the Super Villains.
That Super Villain is Buenconfasio. The third member of the tri sector who also drank that purple stuff and also obtained super human powers. Unfortunatly, unlike me and Twin, he was left in the canal, underneath the sewage, left untreated. He had the dark power to send negative vibes like a strong disgusting odor to those around him. My first encounter with him, negativity swung a hammer to my soul which felt like a thousand kicks to the gonads. I couldn’t beat his negativity so I walked away limping… IN THE SKY.
I SKY WALKED back to my Secret Hide Out to relax but I was getting a super villainous headache from all these bad vibes that was living in me. Negativity was spreading all over me like an oil spill in an ocean all over the coats of the cute sea animals. I didn’t bother to stop X pulis man, Rolando Mendoza, during the hostage taking because of the bad thoughts that kept reoccuring in my head(I call it a sick day)… Bad thoughts like my brothers not bein totally there and worst thoughts from the past like my greatest lost… against my superwoman… Im just like all the other DC Comic Book heroes, I have a weakness for women.
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It was now
Septermber 1st and I was invited to the ceremony to see my childhood street friend, Twin, get his 10 millionth masterpiece award. I walked in shaking off the little pesimism I still had.
During the very important speech made by the President, Juken, of Petron Gas Company, I spot a man sleeping! A bit shakey and angered, I try and restrain myself from acting upon my emotions.
Unfortunatly, Buenconfasio was also invited. He peered into my eyes casting Forsakeness upon me. I couldn’t help it so I made my move and pushed the president of Petron during his speech and pointed at the sleeping old man.
I accidentlay killed the sleeping old man becaues I didn’t know that I had the POWER POINT power…
I was almost rioted off stage, but my super hero bestfriend, Twin, came and rescued me by distracting them with his amazing artwork.
My positivity, and Twin’s beautiful art cancelled Buenconfascio’s negativeness and brought smiles to the place. Buenconfascio on the other hand was mad. He was jelaous because I had the POWER POINT and he didn’t.
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Passenger: "It says here All is good now between Buenconfascio and Philippines National Super Hero, Juan Dwizal..."Taxi Driver: "Yea, that’s good I guess. But Everyone knows that in a super hero story there’s always gotta be a villain. Dontcha know. there now,” turns volume up.
Radio:"Coming out of the Dark with the Arts is breaking criminal Charts apart. A man that looks like *cshhh* Greatest *cshhh* artist *cshhhh…* I WANT YOUR LOVE AND I WANT YOUR REVENGE YOU AND ME CAN WRITE A BAD ROMANCE.."
Taxi Driver: "stupid signal…"
I'll Be There...
Whenever a Damsel is in Distress…
to show those who are blinded by false joy and cant see True Happiness
I will finish what my street father wanted to finish.
I am Juan Dwizal!
EVIL TWIN!!!
DUN DUN DUN DUNnNnNnNnNnNnnnnnn…..
GZZZZZRRRRRRRT!!
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yea...
Ideas of making a superhero story didn't strike me until the airplane back to Cebu from Manila.
Thanks for the tickets and Gratz to Twin for winning the Grand Prize for Petron's Fuel Creativity Picture Contest and the "Trophy," Thanks to Charles Buenconsejo for styling my dreads and bein you, Kuya Juchen for bein our tour guide in Manila, and Thank You God For the Fun and Safe Trip. God is Good.
