Obituary here
A glowing testimony to a worthless piece of shit.
What they failed to mention was that he was a white trash, perverted, evil son of a bitch with a hair triggered temper who had no compunction against destroying relationships between fathers and children, eliciting violence, and pounding people in the face with coke bottles….
None the less, I feel strangely connected to this death as he violated me in a way I don’t think anyone ever has. In a rednecked rage, the man took me to the brink of my own death, and it was only by the intervention of God himself that I survived. It is a frightening and fragile part of my own psyche that I only take out on occasion to examine.
I have forgiven him, and tried (and try) to expunge the venom from my own life lest it consume me. My heart holds compassion for his children (daughters), and even his fucked up son who is a one balled, crack cocaine addict with the same penchant for violence as his father had.
I have a harder time feeling sorrow for his wife, who is a manipulative evil cunt, holding the same lack of values and honor as he had. They belonged together.
We all have to answer for the things we do in this life.
A dreadful chapter of this book is closed.
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