botch: Oct. 04, 2002 (7:18 pm)

a bullet through the head. 7 am. post-office. a fucking crafts store. a lawn mower. 2 and a half mile radius.

it wasn't until i saw the paper that i really understood that it wasn't just about fear. it was about things that really just happenend.

i mean, wow.

on his kitchen table there was a newpaper photo of the blood soaked body bag. still on the bench.

and i don't know how to trust when people do this.

but i stil do.

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