They call me the Filipino James Bond. I was personal lawyer to the station chief of the CIA in the Philippines. Pitbull Behind American Flag Blanket. My forte was public and private international law. You know if a German guy has a child with a prostitute in Hong Kong, and it’s born in Africa, who gets custody? That kind of stuff. It was twenty-two months of stories and adventures. The CIA got everything out of me. Then they left me for dead. So I retreated into the jungles for seven years of silence. These were the deepest and filthiest of jungles. The worst in the world. Witches everywhere. Genuine cannibals. Eaters of flesh and blood. I kept silent for seven years and only emerged when called by the Lord. You don’t have to ask my name. Just read Revelations 12.
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Then tell everyone I’m here. And that you met me. I love you bro. No matter where your story comes from. Pitbull Behind American Flag Blanket. You are human and part of this human experience. We are rolling together …just different spaces of experiencing life. I don’t live in New York and little chance of ever meeting but am glad I know you exist and are living your life. Cheers and love from Africa, Uganda to be specific. I met him shopping at the Holiday Shops at Bryant Park when I was in the city over Thanksgiving. Friendly as can be, consistent with his story, 70 years old and grateful to be alive. A true character of NYC. He also said he had 7 outfits just like the one he wore that day. If I recall he stated he made them himself.