"Bro, hook me up with any gun, even a cheap one. I've got a budget of five grand. That bastard Jeric is gonna get it," I said when I visited Dadoy over in Moriones. I finally scored a second-hand Nokia 5110. Once Kate found out I had a phone, she nabbed my number and it spread to Angela, Nikki, Lorraine, and Jessica. Even Dadoy got it, so we started texting too. Kate's mom got a phone as well. Communication got way easier as more folks started getting cellphones. My bro had one, even my mom had one. We were all about saving on load since unlimited texts and calls weren't a thing yet. Each text page of 160 characters was a peso, and if you went over, it was another peso, even for just one extra character. P2.00 for other networks. P5.00 for a three-minute call on the same network, probably double for other networks. So yeah, we 90s kids were all Jejemon to save on load and maximize SMS.
"Alright, I'll get you one, no need to pay. That jerk hasn't done anything good anyway. Total nuisance! Just wait for my text. Sorry, this is all I can do. Even my 'angel' friends won't deal with him... Says he's not worth it. Just be careful dealing with that douche."
We didn't drag the convo with Dadoy. We really ducked into an alley where no one could hear us. Last thing we needed was a snitch listening in.