Problem is, killing everybody is a pretty big crime in itself and once it starts well it just doesn't seem to stop.
Oh well, waddya gonna do. It's late and I'm going to bed. I'm going to kiss my son once after I make sure he's safe in his bed. When I get to my room I'm going to get down on my knees and thank God for making me a husband and a dad even though I was poor when it happend. Then I'm going to pray for the strength to keep me from going out, hunting the monster who wrote this vile bit of trash down, and.... giving him a piece of my mind.
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Anyway, I know of a lot of good people that were born to teenage moms, unwed moms, and even drug users.