Someone Shot Our Neighbor...

I got the message while i was out fixing one of my brother's pc, my baby sister ja asking me where i was, telling me to crash at my aunt's house because our neighbor got shot.

Seriously.

And i found out earlier that 3 bullets were too much for him to handle.

About two months ago, this very neighbor had a couple of piglets, and being the kind of neighbors that he was, he let the piglets go free, thinking perhaps that our flowers and plants were something for his juicy piglet to chew on.

But our dogs, being such good dogs as they are, agreed with us and disagreed with our neighbor, and made their statement in the ways that dogs do best.

Our dogs must have thought it was fun to run after, brandishing poles at them while they played a game of tag with the little piglet between their jaws.

But what made me remember this neighbor was the event that happened after we retrieved the piglet. There he was, brandishing a long pole, and after receiving the bloody piglet from us, he made a comment that it would be beautiful to kill our dogs, and the owners as well.

One of my moms (i got four) who was there with me got started up, but i held her down, telling her to calm down. I have to confess i was the one who got so pumped up that i wished there and then that the neighbor would take a step or two into our property so i would have reasonable cause to play with him, using the piece of wood that i used earlier on the dogs. and i would not mind to let the dogs play tag with him too.

yeah, i get violent at times, friend used to say that the only times they remember of my Moro heritage was when they saw me go postal, which only has happened twice so far.

i remember that on that same day, i wanted to go postal in some calculated and cold way against our neighbor. a molotov cocktail perhaps.

but he is dead now.

what do i feel about dying? i really don't know. friends who know me are divided into two groups, ones who do not want to face the truth of how comfortable i am with the whole death and dying business, and the others who accept it but hates the part in me that actively sought it a few years back.

i don't know.