Into the Mind of Terror
A sequel to (or maybe prequel -- heck who the bleep cares!) Jun Jun and the Boxers
What drove this stripper to demand for extra money whose face became synonymous with evil? All the ladies were scared stiff when he came out from the lavatory and grabbed hold of that liquor bottle, with his attempt to bash my skull. With all this panic and dread, the ladies all wanted to know: who was Jun and why would anyone do such a thing?
I took it upon myself to research and started digging for an answer – and ended up in his poorly maintained chamber. Jun had grown up in his father’s house in Kalookan City about 45 minutes away from the Philippine Women’s University where Jackie and I found him. Capitalising on local contacts as well as my best investigative instinct, I was able to get to Jun’s stepfather and then (taking the risk) to Jun himself – who from his death row cell, divulged what was going through his vicious mind that fateful night.
Late afternoon of May 14, 2004, he woke up on this Friday, yawning and stretching in the lodge where he and the rest of the PWUs bystanders hoping to be picked up by gay hunters raring to go for some hot fun. After his meal, he took a horse bath not using any detergent, dressed himself up with faded jeans, tight fit shirt in gray color, and his tacky leather shoes. “A lot of blood will be shed today,” Jun thought “and this innocent ladies will suffer but there is no other way.”
And so it happened. Screams of “Guard! Guard!,” May bote! May bote!” “Asan ang Fire Exit?!” were heard in that shabby hotel. His attempt was so close that everyone realized it could be the end of my precious life. Jun was certain that anything can happen, he could have killed anyone of us, have stolen our valuables…but he had no regrets.
His initial reaction to the failed attempt was disappointment. Damn, he thought, the whole gang…I didn’t kill them all!
After this incident, a more cold-blooded reaction kicked in. Definitely and positively, he was in drugs at that time.
When I mentioned to him how horrible it was and that the incident had made us decide to change the name of our group, this news stopped him. He said that he didn’t really planned for us to be among his victims. He wept and on bended knees pleaded in front of me telling me not to use his name as the new name of our girl band. But it’s too late I told him..we already named the group. Our group name from now on and forever shall be JUN-JUN AND THE BOXERS!
Acknowledgement:
Thanks to our in-house investigative reporter -- great job on the scoop!
A sequel to (or maybe prequel -- heck who the bleep cares!) Jun Jun and the Boxers
What drove this stripper to demand for extra money whose face became synonymous with evil? All the ladies were scared stiff when he came out from the lavatory and grabbed hold of that liquor bottle, with his attempt to bash my skull. With all this panic and dread, the ladies all wanted to know: who was Jun and why would anyone do such a thing?
I took it upon myself to research and started digging for an answer – and ended up in his poorly maintained chamber. Jun had grown up in his father’s house in Kalookan City about 45 minutes away from the Philippine Women’s University where Jackie and I found him. Capitalising on local contacts as well as my best investigative instinct, I was able to get to Jun’s stepfather and then (taking the risk) to Jun himself – who from his death row cell, divulged what was going through his vicious mind that fateful night.
Late afternoon of May 14, 2004, he woke up on this Friday, yawning and stretching in the lodge where he and the rest of the PWUs bystanders hoping to be picked up by gay hunters raring to go for some hot fun. After his meal, he took a horse bath not using any detergent, dressed himself up with faded jeans, tight fit shirt in gray color, and his tacky leather shoes. “A lot of blood will be shed today,” Jun thought “and this innocent ladies will suffer but there is no other way.”
And so it happened. Screams of “Guard! Guard!,” May bote! May bote!” “Asan ang Fire Exit?!” were heard in that shabby hotel. His attempt was so close that everyone realized it could be the end of my precious life. Jun was certain that anything can happen, he could have killed anyone of us, have stolen our valuables…but he had no regrets.
His initial reaction to the failed attempt was disappointment. Damn, he thought, the whole gang…I didn’t kill them all!
After this incident, a more cold-blooded reaction kicked in. Definitely and positively, he was in drugs at that time.
When I mentioned to him how horrible it was and that the incident had made us decide to change the name of our group, this news stopped him. He said that he didn’t really planned for us to be among his victims. He wept and on bended knees pleaded in front of me telling me not to use his name as the new name of our girl band. But it’s too late I told him..we already named the group. Our group name from now on and forever shall be JUN-JUN AND THE BOXERS!
Acknowledgement:
Thanks to our in-house investigative reporter -- great job on the scoop!
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