Where am i?

2am

i checked my watch which smells like sweat and hydraulics. I on the other hand, stank like yesterdays piss and cheap cigarettes. You know what smells worst than yesterdays piss? the piss of the day before. It's been a rough week for me. I remember that day, i had to deal with a lavatory in the aircraft which was flooded with shit and napkins, couldn't flush, plus a weak cunt decided to vomit in the sink. Fuck my life.

I keyed in my overtime that night, as i hit every key on the keyboard, i grinned at the extra hours I've clocked in the past week. I keep telling myself, * just a lil more *
My target was to collect an average of 50 hours a month. Not easy. i work late nights, sometimes wee hours in the morning handling almost 7 aircraft a day.

2.30am

It was time to go home, i was dead tired, shoulders and joints aching, fingers weak and dirty, knees shaky, greasy forehead, messy hair, tight shoes, my feet was like Houdini himself in a strap jacket trying to escape. The thought of going home and masturbating to lesbian porn was hilarious because before i could even play the videos, i fall asleep. *True story, happens everytime*.

Times like this, i usually sleep at my office couch just to rest my eyes before the ruthless journey home. I've experienced woman drivers driving into my lane without any sensible reason, kids at the back of the buses pointing out middle finger at me as i point back, road blocks, brutal accidents at the fast lanes, driving into a fucking fog out in the middle of no where, small fluttering bugs blinding me as it hits my visor.. so anyway..

2.45am

I drive out the company car from behind the scenes of the airport, looking at aircraft parked at every bay lit with the bright orangy stadium lights at every corner. Amazing piece of machine sleeps as i drive through..

i reach the guard post,

*neutralize gear, pulls up hand break, pull open the booth lever, opens door*

The yawning Malaysian Airport Berhad guard, opens the main gate for me.. i walk in to tag my airport pass through their counter and go through a physical body search by another guard (he was fat).

* daily in and out fucking routine; Airport security bullshit *

I drive the car out to the tunnel where we usually park to get in and out of work, i get out yawning.. Asking myself if it's worth going home at this time. The answer was yes, because it was my off day the next day. Zipping up my brown leather jacket, i light up my last cigarette.. it was that soft cold raining wind, pluss i just got out of work, it was an amazing smoke. The weight of responsibility, on my aching stressful shoulders unwind as i puffed away. I lazily walked myself all the way to my bike parking.

3am

*throws cigarette on the floor* As i look up, my single cylinder, 4 stroke monster, weighing almost 200kg waits for me with style. Unchaining my lil monster was satisfying.. i then unlocked my full face helmet and wore it proudly like a spartan Greece god. The final touches were cluthing my leather gloves in between my fingers. Right before i inserted the key, my key chain commits suicide to the ground. I paused before i started the ignition. Then i told myself, it could be a sign, before picking it up, i was exhausted so i monologued under my breath " i had no time for this superstitious shit ".
I picked it up and placed it in my pocket. 

*stand retracted, ignition on, push start and so i rammed*

Vvvvvhhhommm.. Vvvvvhhhommm.. Vvvvvvvvvvvvhhhhhooooommmm
* put a lil bass as you read it *

*Superbike maaa*

She roared.

3.18am

I rode out into the dark empty highway carefully while steadily picking up speed. Only her lights guiding me home that night.. Speeding around 150km/hour on gear six, i felt the pressure of the air forcefully hugging me. It was amazing.

I've traveled in that highway for 2 years and it has become a motor memory of every single hump, corners, turns, high ground low ground, tunnels, flyovers and tolls. I was subconsciously trained to avoid, slow down and speed up at every section. I didn't have to think, not even a bit. i knew the road like the back of my hand.

3.40am

I enjoyed the cold breeze seeping into my jacket. Slowly my eyes muscle relaxed itself and i was slowly dozing off.. 

3.41am

Waking up in a fright..breathing heavily.. I slowed down. " This can't happen again.. Nono..i'm awake.".

3.43am

I was slowly dozing off again.. (trying to keep myself awake wasn't as easy i thought it would be)

3.45am

This time i woke up really afraid..heart pounding.. i was falling asleep.. shit. (starts singing)
(singing became humming..humming became a lullaby)

3.50am

And so it happened, what i feared the most. i fell asleep.

3.55am (approximately)

" Woiiii... Woiiiii.. Deiiii Deiiii..!!! "

hmmm huh?? I woke up to see a back of a lorry almost 10 meter infront of me.
I fucking jammed on the front and rear brakes as hard as i possibly could..
Too fucking late though.. i slammed my whole left side onto the right side of the lorry..

4.10am

I was a lil unconscious and i knew i was carried by few guys.. They sat me down, and so i was leaning against the divider of the side of the road, i woke up to consciousness to find myself siting in a puddle of blood, my helmet was on the road off my head.. Bad news, it was my blood.. Looking up, i saw them arguing.. Few indian guys talking bullshit in tamil..

I tried lifting up my left hand to unzip my jacket but i was in pain, i knew it was my wrist..so while breathing heavily as i feel a rush of pain to my head..i needed air to breathe, already feeling warm inside..i unzipped my jacket with my right hand.. It felt like it was the most difficult thing to do..

Looking at my uniform..i realised i was in deep shit.. My white uniform was soaking with blood. i coughed out more blood. Those bunch of idiots were still arguing about something in tamil while standing infront of me..i called out for them..

"Anne (brother)" 

One of them saw me.. "dei dei vangge vangge... (come come).. he is awake"

My mind works in a very mysterious way.. I did a head count just incase this was planned and if they were going to rob me and leave me bleeding. i shoved my right hand into my pocket to feel my phone and i hold on to it tightly.
3 guys were asking me questions, i wasn't paying attention as i saw the fourth guy walking out from the front of the lorry. Until i confirmed there were only 4 guys altogether, then i listen to what they were asking initially.
One guy was asking where i stayed. Another asking me if my legs hurt.
I couldn't answer them, i kept spatting out blood..
I only wanted to ask them one question..but i was blacking out..it was hard to breathe..
and so i struggled with the blood in my mouth..coughing it out, i forcefully ask them something in tamil.

One of the guy freaked the fuck out.. His hand was on his head while saying " Owhh god No...No please "
I was confused why so much of drama for just one question?
I saw her on the road lying there lifelessly.. That hurt more than my wrist and my bleeding jaw.
One of them said call someone from home to inform them immediately.
I took out my phone and called my dad.. I explained what happened and he came rushing.
In less than 10minutes my dad showed up with my brother half awake.

The loaded me like a box into the car. I heard one of them telling my dad that i may be suffering from severe head injuries, he looked worried. Then i realised that only i knew i was asleep before i crashed, that's why i asked them earlier..

" Where am i? "

fin.