I found a bottle today.
I drank it.
It was bitter.
Then it was sweet.
It was absolutely addicting.
Everyone is hitting me.
They call me a robber.
They call me a drunkard,
They call me a psychotic man.
The lady is crying.
She wanted me to change.
She thought I had a changed.
She actually thought change existed.
Those people are talking about me.
Those people are talking about their failure.
Those people are talking about my failure.
Those people are talking about a new strategy.
BINABASA MO ANG
Segments of Days
RandomHere the different parts of a troubled man's life are relayed.