[ greyweed ] -- and the bored shall inherit the earth...

What is hunger?

I'll tell you what is hunger.

It's when you came to a bar 10 minutes early for a scheduled interview with a primadonna musician who insists that it be done after two sets. You sit patiently -with your brain half-sleep, but you live in an entirely different region so you can't just hit the sack and your stomach grumbles madly but you swore not to spend any of your allowance because it's subject to liquidation. The sets finally finishes at 1:30 am, you've just waited two hours for a 10-minute interview. But the musician is nowhere to be found. You spot her laughing with friends over a round of drinks. You scratch your head and approach, the musician says, "Wait lang, give me 10 minutes." You head back to your seat. You know you're wasting time, but you can't just leave because that will deem you unprofessional (as if the musician's attitude wasn't). You crave for a decent conversation so you decide to head over to the bar and interview the bartender about their drinks. You ask, "So this has rum in it?" To which the bartender replies, "'Di ba i-interview-hin mo si ------? Aalis na, o." You make a run for it. The musician finally sits with you, as you take out your recorder more of the musician's friends arrive and they engage in small talk, you wait. At last they spot other friends and shoves off. Five minutes into the interview you notice that the musician does not really pay much attention, eyes trailing every now and then to the friends; and on the eighth minute you hear "Last question na 'to, a," and you're only halfway through the interview.

You leave the place unsatisfied with the interview, hunger numbing your gut and sleep preventing you focus. You finally decide to eat, but at that time no establishment is open. You decide you needed to sleep, but no public transportation, not even a cab in sight.

That's hunger, dammit.