Almost 3 years ago, I was holding a gun to my head, ready to blow my brains out, while my entire family watched in horror.
It was my 53-years old birthday party and the ringing in my ears was so excruciatingly loud that when my wife and children began to sing "happy birthday" ... I completely lost it.
I went straight to the bottom left dresser drawer, pulled out my secret Glock 29 and counted 3, 2, 1...
But when I took one last look into my son's tearful eyes, my hand started trembling so badly that I dropped the gun...
The bullet passed dangerously close to my wife's cheek and went through the ceiling...
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