The Gunman, believe it or not, did not allow himself to be photographed all his life for an obvious reason. The fastest way for authorities to catch him was to have photos of him lying around. The good thing was that phone cameras and CCTV did not arrive until his outlaw activities had waned. Aging mellows the grind. (According to Urban Dictionary, grind is "to work hard, be fully dedicated, to have no limits, pushing yourself; leading yourself to triumph”).
For the readers who may be wondering how the Gunman looked like, I will attempt to draw a picture. As I remember, he stood five feet and six inches. That height is typical of Filipinos but he always looked ten feet tall to most.
His wavy hair touched his shoulders. His body was just the slim side of muscular. He has strong jaws that housed perfectly straight teeth that would put an Orthodontist to shame. He has fair complexion but the rough life covered him with a permanent light tan. His eyes were deep set. He always wore a mustache and a trimmed beard because he looked so good with facial hair.
The Gunman’s grandson has been asking how he looked like. I don’t think this article would satisfy. There are just some things in life that one can't hold and keep, and impossible to retrieve.