RE: Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...
June 28, 2017 at 2:32 am
(This post was last modified: June 28, 2017 at 2:33 am by vorlon13.)
CIJS
Jesus Fucking Christ, another fucking correction. I keep finding out I know less and less about what happened to you. You were nearly a teenager, not an infant. You were murdered in Nebraska, not Iowa. Fire department had nothing to do with events that night, and I don't even know if it was 'night' now.
Your grandfather was grief-stricken, but jesus, it couldn't have been so bad it scrambled all his recollections of what happened. I do have a date, I think I need to go to a library and review the Omaha paper for a week around when you died. Maybe I get lucky and find a write up and at last know what the fuck happened, and who the fuck to be mad at.
Yeah, I could ask your dad, like he wants to straighten me out on this ugly disaster. And if I am going to forgive your mom, I surely want to know just what the fuck it is I'm forgiving her for. And jesus fucking Christ, how in the holy fuck did your parents ever get back together again after your murder ?? I'm missing something, and it must be big, but what could it be?
And the killer? Am I going to recognize the name? Almost everything I thought I knew was wrong, wonder what the surprise will be about the man who killed you ? Did he do 6 years? Is he still in? Did he do any time at all? Your mom knows, and I don't dare ask her, one wrong sigh, one wrong look at me, and I'll fucking know just how fucking guilty she is too . . .
Jesus Fucking Christ, another fucking correction. I keep finding out I know less and less about what happened to you. You were nearly a teenager, not an infant. You were murdered in Nebraska, not Iowa. Fire department had nothing to do with events that night, and I don't even know if it was 'night' now.
Your grandfather was grief-stricken, but jesus, it couldn't have been so bad it scrambled all his recollections of what happened. I do have a date, I think I need to go to a library and review the Omaha paper for a week around when you died. Maybe I get lucky and find a write up and at last know what the fuck happened, and who the fuck to be mad at.
Yeah, I could ask your dad, like he wants to straighten me out on this ugly disaster. And if I am going to forgive your mom, I surely want to know just what the fuck it is I'm forgiving her for. And jesus fucking Christ, how in the holy fuck did your parents ever get back together again after your murder ?? I'm missing something, and it must be big, but what could it be?
And the killer? Am I going to recognize the name? Almost everything I thought I knew was wrong, wonder what the surprise will be about the man who killed you ? Did he do 6 years? Is he still in? Did he do any time at all? Your mom knows, and I don't dare ask her, one wrong sigh, one wrong look at me, and I'll fucking know just how fucking guilty she is too . . .
The granting of a pardon is an imputation of guilt, and the acceptance a confession of it.
