Airplanes and Butterflies

I was just preparing my breakfast with the radio on and heard a fun poll asking if its okay to light a candle in some church for some pilot who used his airplane to suicide and killed 149 people along with him. One girl called and said, lighting a candle for the killer of these … Continue reading Airplanes and Butterflies

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The Ninja on my couch… (memories)

I was in my downstairs bedroom, crying quietly because of fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the uncertain. Fear of death. I had been providing the homicide unit, which was investigating the "G├╝mbel"-murder, for the past four days via some "secure" e-mail account about every step my brother had taken and now the first … Continue reading The Ninja on my couch… (memories)