I had this friend Heather. Kindest person you'd ever meet. She never had a mean feeling toward anyone. She even kept me in line. I could always count on her from keeping my crazy ass from going to far. Kind of gal you could never hurt her feelings, and I always felt she'd be there to save me. She got married a while back, and her stepsons at the time were true terrors. She turned them around, got their grades up, got them out of trouble.
So I hadn't seen her for a while. I went out tonight and ran into some mutual friends. They told be about a month ago she was up in the mountains, and she was doing some rather vigorous work. Anyway that and the altitude and thin air overcame her and she collapsed. No one could revive her. We never thought she'd pass from a weak heart.
So I'm pissed, and had a moment of clarity. Here's this Bucky fag who kills cops, goes on the run and still get's taken in alive. You'd think any cop would ventilate the fucker, but no they gotta be PC. The universe doesn't seem to give a shit, infact they seem entertained by the antics of the criminals. The good ones really do go first.
I'm seriously thinking fuck it, I'll really get away with a rampage right now. The odds are better with the bad guys.