Day 107 of 365

My Fathers Killer

Never in a million years did I expect to stare through the eyes of the man that killed my father. I'm 24 years old the same age as the defendant when he committed his crime and it blows my mind to think that someone at my age could have such a disregard for human life. My dad was never afraid of anyone neither am I and there was no better feeling than staring this fucker in the face and telling him how amazing life is when it is lived right. Thankfully my mother never complained a day in her life and she made me realize how simple life is....respect people, work your fucking balls off, and have fun. It's really that simple. Death for murders would be a sound too sweet for their own ears, it would be a returning to their mothers womb but living with regret is the hardest pill to swallow. I don't prefer murders to die I prefer them to change, many won't so until then enjoy your unlimited supply of baloney in prison.