I could still remember, my father's word "I should have been dead long time ago in their hands". He smiled and he remember his past. The insult in the head exist from the very long time. I saw my dad suffer at the hands of his own blood, his relative, sisters and even brothers. They made him lunatic, mad, and they made him like a fool. Wife, left broken, and dead.Then a surge of hatred did appear. The hatred did start to send something on his back, arms. A simple push that would disturb his sanity. Such hatred could even make him be a lunatic in any second. Then he said "Plus the insult inside the head.". He tried to Calm down and he tried but he cannot. "This life is not a paradise as you see.". An old man crying for help, filled with dust and dirt appeared. He wore an old accustom long sleeve, behind him is a huge basket. He rode a bicycle headed back to his old ragged house. A trip would be a minute, an hour, more than that. Pebbles and gravel, he barely goes home with nothing. Not even one. He cried to the heaven for mercy but there's none. Not even his mother gave him some, he saw his wife and a son. That's me. I could still remember my father's word, q surge of hatred towards his own kin. Meanwhile I saw one, self prioritzed a baby if you like. He acts and acts and play and play, he loves to outsmart them, he is as selfish as he is. He is fart, handsome got a lot of friends yet he plays he plays. He don't even have sympathy to his brother, his neice, not even his brothers wife. Then the smiled "So as his sons and daughters.". The disturbance inside the head triggers into blood. The insult, the words, the jest, turn into madness. Bloodshed, gunshot, wound, dead, opened tomb, break a skull, but there's no chip on it. Not even a single chip on us. Not even one. We only ended up being poor, being ragged, chased, tormented and depraved. He smiled on a bus and he said "I need more proof, there are tons of us. Not just me, more than hundred of us are the same, suffering insult inside the head.". On bus he saw an expressway, headed to somewhere. The philippines is an archipelago, from mindanao to luzon there are lots of stories unheard and untold. The man apparently got a blood of their own. From davao, to metro manila and pangasinan, he goes for a journey a journal of their life.