murder

I still dont understand the concept of waving to someone, when they killed your brother, how you would get to that point.

 

I've had several people in my life murdered. I don't think about the murderers because I know they will get their's one day.

 

I'm definitely on the NO FUCKING CHANCE IN HELL side here.

If someone murdered one of my loved ones in cold blood I would spend the rest of my life stalking them, waiting for the perfect opportunity and the perfect alibi.

But the question takes on a whole new meaning when further variables are introduced.

What if someone you loved was murdered by someone you love more?

 

It's hard to understand...you'd have to live it, I guess.

Louie is a bad person-I know that. He shouldn't have done what he did, nor should he have let someone talk him into what he did. However, he did it for the safety of someone else. Long story but my brother was out to kill someone else. Not saying that anyone killing anyone is a good idea, but I knew it was not Louie's intentions. He wanted to disable my brother by hitting his car so that he wouldn't be able to go anywhere. Mark...the guy who shot himself is the one who got the baseball bat and starting beating my brother with it.

They all grew up with each other. I don't HATE Louie because I don't HATE anyone. I could NEVER hang out with him on a regular basis, I'll tell you that...but I like to know that I have no grudges.

 

No way. I'm not the forgiving type, actually.

 

One thing i have learned; indifference is much stronger than hate.

A couple years ago someone i grew up with was murdered. a few months later they found the killer, another person i grew up with. I could never compare the pain of losing them to anything. Both the man that was murdered, and the man that murdered him. Its not a matter of hating that person, or forgiving them. its a matter of putting it behind you and just accept things for the way they are.

a couple other people i grew up with are serving life sentences for murder. and quite a few people ive known over the years are in the ground because of someone else. ive come to think of it as a part of life. people are animals. animals kill each other. I dont think its right but it happens. and nothing can compare to the pain of losing someone you love.

 

Of course i would not forgive the person. I would work to not go around hating them and to get on with my life, but there would be no reason to forgive someone for taking any innocent life.

Basically fuck anyone who would do that