When I was very young, about Grades 3 to 4, I didn't go out of the house to play with other kids from our street. That was because I was afraid of a Mang Rudy.
Mang Rudy was the epitome of my fears back then. I used to hide behind my mother everytime he was outside. I used to run home whenever he was out.
I hated him.
In 2004, he was one of those stabbed by one of our neighbors who held a grudge against their "group".
I'm disappointed that he didn't die.
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