Friday, July 12, 2013


I was browsing the web when I came across an article that reminded me of something I did a few years ago. Now everyone is aware of my very colorful, sometimes sordid life. Which is why, I tend to do crazy shit every now and then.

A few years ago, I went through a phase. I will not mention what it was, all I can say is that it involved a lot of drama and tears.

When I managed to recover, somehow, I met up with someone and this someone was the reason why I had to go through that phase.

It was a brief meeting.

Less than 5 minutes if memory serves me right.

The moment I saw him, I knew what I was suppose to do. I had rehearsed everything in my head. What I would say, what I would do.

"I have something to give to you" I said.

"What is it?" he asked.

I handed him a very small box. Roughly, the size of a matchbox.

He opened it.

His eyes widened at what he saw.

"What the--"

"It's a bullet" I said, cutting him off.

"Why the hell are you giving me a bullet?!" he asked, all bewildered and shit.

"Keep it as a reminder. A reminder that I didn't use it on you when I had the chance."

The shocked look on his face was priceless.

I smiled at him.

Then I walked away.

I never heard from him ever again.