I’m in a hurry, I might not have enough time to finish writing this. I know this will be my last blog post. I won’t have time to revise it or to edit it. So pay no attention to insignificant mistakes. The only good thing about all of this is that I always wanted to write non-fiction. This is it.
I just killed a man. I just dragged his body to my garage. I know I’m not thinking clearly, my mind is very confused. If my writing doesn’t make sense to you, please excuse me. I’m nervous, and I might not have time to organize my thoughts.
The most important thing right now, is to apologize to the family of that man. I swear to God that I didn’t mean to kill him. I was defending myself. I killed him in self-defense. I’m sure that I am a pacifist, but at times when I see injustices, I become violent, so you might say that I’m a violent pacifist.
Since I’m in a hurry and because of the urgent situation, this will also be used as my will.
I need to start from the beginning. You just need to know that there’s not a single lie in all that it’s written here. So in a way this is my confession too.
One of my dogs had been sick for a few days. I knew he was gravely ill, in fact, I thought he was going to be dead at daybreak. He’s barely alive. Last night I let him stay in the garage, I put my other two dogs in the back patio.This morning Dylan (my sick dog) had a mess in the garage, a terrible mess, he is indeed very sick. The smell was unbearable, I began to clean the cement floor with the water hose. I put my three dogs in the back patio, and since I was using the hose from the patio, I couldn't close the door, so the door was ajar. I was concentrated in cleaning up my dog mess, when I noticed a man walking his dog, a big German Sheppard. We shared a friendly smile at each other, when suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw my dogs parading by my side, barking and heading menacingly toward the man and the other dog.
What happened next it’s still confusing to me. I hope I can be impartially truthful and objective. First, the man kicked my smaller dog, Frida to the middle of the road; I thought for sure she was dead. Then, he kicked Dylan, the poor dog, he had been barely alive. He hadn’t eaten a thing for the last four days. Meanwhile, Diego, (an adult Husky) my other dog, was involved in the fight of his life with the German Sheppard. I must say that Diego is very strong and fierce, but nice and loyal at the same time.
I’m positive that Diego would have killed the other dog. But the man, (a big African-American) started kicking Diego too, that’s when my blood began to boil and I kicked that man as hard as I could on his ribs, then he turned and hit me on the head, he almost knocked me out. I fell to the ground, but I immediately stood up, ran to my garage and grabbed a piece of metal pipe that I keep in the corner for occasions like this. I know the pipe is a weapon, a lethal weapon, if I’m mad enough. I went back and hit him with the pipe on the head several times as hard as I could, maybe too many times, even after he was down on the floor, and I kept hitting him, perhaps the last blows were unnecessary.
Then, I hit his dog a few times too. When I began to reason and when I came out of my stupor, I turned around to see if anybody had witnessed what just happened, but nobody was around, not a single person was in sight. Then I dragged the man to my garage and his dog too.
Then I picked up Frida from the middle of the road, she was still alive. Dylan, my poor skinny dog went back to the garage on his own, he could barely walk, but he made it. Then I closed the garage door. I thought my heart was going to explode inside my chest, I could see my chest expanding rapidly, as never before. Now, all I could think of was the cops showing up and taking me to jail for the rest of my life.
I was terrified, what I was watching was surreal. The bloody sight, the disfigured man’s face and the dead dog, it was all too much. Today was supposed to be just another regular day. Then I realized that my three dogs were staring at me, startled, like me, as if saying, “Now what boss?”
I need to get away from here, right away. I can’t think. I need to disappear. I feel deeply sorry for the man’s family, for his brothers, his parents, his wife, and his children. I feel miserable. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Today's events shouldn't be part of my life.
I have to be selfish for a moment. I need to think about me now. I’ll go back to Mexico. I definitely don’t want to spend what's left of my life incarcerated. I know I won’t see my family or my friends anymore if they take me to jail or if I disappear in Mexico. It feels like I'm a dead man too, but I’d rather be a lonely free man, than a miserable man in prison.
I want to leave the pool table to my son, the flat TV to my sister, and my three dogs to my daughter. I don't care what they do with the rest. Sorry it had to end this way. The way I see it now, this is better than taking me to the cemetery. I love you all, and I will miss you very much.
I’m glad God witnessed it all, because I know I can’t lie to him. It was all in self-defense. I wish I could write better and be able to describe properly how bad I feel.
What bothers me the most is that today is my daughter’s birthday.
Wait, someone's at the door . . .
Visalia, CA. 12-07-2112