The SOB is problay dead, I think that he died Dec 2003 in Houstion TX.
I wanted him to know how much pain and anger that he had caused me . He probly went to his grave with out even the slightest remorse. I was probaly just one victom of many. He is hopefuly in Hell . Reaping what he sewn
I am tired of being fucked up. I wish that I could have back the life that could have ben.
Why do I still hold hate for something that happened in 1977?
Why can't I just let it go?
"I HAD NO SHOES THEN I SAW A MAN THAT HAD NO FEET"
"All I can do is be me, whoever that is"