Historical events and a giant fuck you
Today has been a day full of conundrums of my personal history. I went to the hospital to visit my mom and was confronted with none other than the fuckwad that murdered my friend. When you run into people that you have absolute hatred for, you say you are going to do all these things, say all of these things to the asshole... but reality can be different. I couldn't believe I was in an elevator with him. I was surprised when he recognized my face and was promptly told to be quiet by the correctional officers accompanying him. It wasn't until I stopped hyperventilating and got out of the elevator that I could compose myself. he said thank you to me for holding pressing the automatic buttons for the door and yet all I could say was, don't you fucking thank me and I ran. I called my friend while on the run and I was breathless. I was in shock... but it was more that I couldn't believe that happened.
that a man, that damn near cut off my friend's head... was up and walking around, albeit at the hospital. It angered me until I saw the cane and the bulk of bandages on his torso being quietly concealed by his t-shirt. I hope he was harmed. I hope he said the wrong thing to someone and reaped what he sowed. Consequences are a bitch and I am hoping that you suffer them Malcolm.
know that there are many of us that miss the beautiful Liz and that when you get out, and you will... we will be waiting... for that light you extinguished, set fire to our rage and you will feel the wrath of that. Consequences fuckwad, consequences.
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