Real story: Let's just say that in my past there was a certain person who wanted to see me ... hurt or expired.
His fortunes went down as mine went up. Eventually there was a divorce.
A coworker, fond of target shooting, took a cardboard cutout target of the "person" to the desert and shot a hole thru its left eye.
He then gifted me the target's head.
Although it was engaging to hold that head, I swiftly disposed of it, for obvious legal reasons.
I learned to forgive.
