2300 HRS 6 th November 2009

I think

it was in the early 70s

or late 60s.

My uncles and older cousins

would come over

on weekends

on their motorbikes.

Bell bottomed jeans,

their girlfriends

hugging them tight

as pillon riders

one hand holding

an acoustic guitar.

Dad had this old hifi

that looked like a giant

cupboard,

flip up the top

and there's the turntable

inside.

The speakers were

built into

that cupboard.

They will be sitting

outside at night

behind PAP Siglap Kindergarten

drinking Tiger beers

with ice.

Dad will be blasting out

his favourite music,

from Beatles

to Led Zeppelin.

I knew every single song.

After several drinks,

without fail,

Dad will yell at me,

and I will reluctantly

walk over.

Tell uncle what song is this???

I would mutter out

Soldier of Fortune lor

And they will all roar

in laughter

at this screwed up

6 year old kid