Monday, December 18, 2006

Mang Rudy

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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