The thief grandson of that thieving former president

(Bleh! I was asked to rewrite this by my lawyer friend. He said not to name names so that he wont have to spend time defending me. Dude, im doing this reluctantly.)

Almost a decade ago, while i was in med school, i realized that i needed to setup a way to finance my being a doctor. I knew that being in medicine doesn't necessarily mean that i will have a lot of money, not in this country. With this in mind, i called in 4 people who wanted to invest in my first company. For a total of 150,000 pesos, we were able to setup a decent internet cafe in front of La Salle Health Sciences Campus in Dasmariñas, Cavite. We were the first and did pretty well. However, this endeavor taught me a few things. Among these were, 1) Choose your partners, particularly choose competent ones and 2) know when to quit. I eventually felt that, being the one managing the network, i was spending too much time in it. I decided that i didn't want it anymore and asked them to either buy me out or sell and split the profits.

The greedy one in our group partnered with this so called real estate guy and grandson of this former president whom i'll just call Emilio Alingago. This guy's name is Emilio Alingago III. I should have listened well to my history teacher and figured out that this guy will be just as big a thief as his grandfather. You see, we drew up an agreement that they would pay us our asking price in installments. Alingago had the patsy pay the first part first then when it was time to collect his half, he just paid one and refused to pay the rest. We kept coming to collect and they kept begging off even though they were still operating the cafe. Later, i went to his house and when i asked him, he said that he will not pay. I said i'll just have to sue. As i was walking back to my car in his driveway, he slapped me from behind. The funny thing was that he didn't punch but slapped! What kind of a guy slaps another guy? Thats beside the point. I turned and when i was about to retaliate, he hid behind his wife who begged me to go. I noticed that i was still inside his gate and beating him up inside his property might put me in a bad legal position.

I talked to my lawyer then and after demand letters were sent, we didnt hear from him. Im not sure if my lawyer was right when he said that running after a mere 125,000 (total selling price was 250k) was worth it since i might spend just as much in trying to recover it. Anyway, i frequently feel the urge to either grab a rifle and shoot him in the b**ls or just plain draw him out and have him fight me to the end. My fear of God always keeps me at bay plus the fifth Dojo Kun (the principles of karate that we recite loudly each time we practice) is to refrain from violent behavior. My friends and family know that i have always been gentle and have avoided fights even though i am very capable of defending myself. However, they dont know that it is a frequent exercise to cool these thoughts. Thoughts of teaching people who are bad a lesson. My priest once said that it is normal to have these thoughts enter your mind and it is only when you foster it or act on it that is bad. Anyway, a short prayer or soft music provides a good change in my stream of thought. I know God will take care of things later but i guess i will always have these thoughts to entertain whenever i remember him. Actually, it isnt that much of a bother because we did get paid and having that company taught me quite a bit about business. I had unlimited internet which helped learn more about stuff in the WWW. Plus, to top it all, it helps to exercise control since it will build up my patience. This will always help me be able to keep my cool and avoid tearing "evil-doers" to shreds. I guess im pretty much more of Superman than Batman, oui? :)