A few weeks ago there was a man who was shot in the head by his brother-in-law. The bullet took out one of his eyes and lodged itself in his brain. They had to open his skull with a saw to extract the bullet. He was in a coma for five days. Then he died.   

I only heard this morning. It's my brother's birthday and I was trying to call him but I kept ringing the wrong house, so I finally called my parents to get his number (I was too late; he'd already left for Spain a few hours earlier) and that's how I ended up talking to my mother who told me.    

When I was a small boy I had this beautiful white cat named Mu-Sel. He had mismatched eyes, one was blue the other green, but we loved him anyway.   

One morning we woke up to find his cold, lifeless body in our backyard. Someone had butchered him with a long knife --the wound so big that his guts spilled out-- then tossed his body over the fence to our yard.   

The butcher was that man.   

I hope he's in hell now.