Long time ago, I was kaypoh and peep under the tarpaulin
covering a pickup that had crashed. The dead driver was in the
seat, his head split open, his brain could be seen, and his hands
were clenched. That picture remained clearly in my mind for more
than three months. I could see the image clearly through out the
day. All that time, I felt sorry for the deceased and kept thinking
of his last day. It slowly disappeared.
After that I never want to see ghastly things again.
