When I was like 13-14 everyday after school id walk by this house and this fuckin dog would bark none stop and it was on a corner so hed follow me by the fence barking for about 1-2 minutes. happened for years. and then I finally when I was 15 I joined a graffiti crew and bought a little 25 caliber handgun. I was on my way home from school and pulled that bitch out and shot the dog.. I watched it fall and I went home and felt hella bad. didn't see it after that and I figured it died.. but 4 months later or so I come by and hes out there barking his fuckin ass off again.. but I felt like shit for it so I started bringin him treats and shit and then he loved me.. still makes me feel bad. but he did live a full life. only passed away like 5 years ago.
not my "deepest darkest secret" but that's about as deep as I can get.