by Andrew JoyceMay 3 , 2017May 3 , 2017 They are always with me . At times they appear out of the ethereal mist , and other times they speak directly to my mind . I wish they would leave me to myself , but that they will not do . No , first I must do their bidding . They come in the night and stay until the black sky fades to gray . When the stars leave the sky and the clouds to the east turn pink , I am allowed my rest . But I ask you , what respite can a murderer have ? At their behest , I have killed again this night . And I will continue to kill until they go back from whence they came . After all I 've been through , I still remember the first time they came to me . It was a little over a year ago , and since then I have killed twenty - nine people . Please do not think me insane . I assure you these beings are real and not immanent . At first , I , too , thought myself demented when they stood before me telling me they came to save the human race , and to accomplish their mission , certain people must die . They explained that the demise of the race was not impending , but if action was not taken , and taken soon , it would be too late to set things on a course to ensure the continuance of mankind . You are probably wondering , if you do not think me crazed , why they cannot do their own dirty work . That is a very good question and one I have asked them . They , of course , are not of our time and space . They appear - when they appear - as diaphanous specters ; they cannot manipulate physical matter . Thus , I have become their instrument here on earth . Where or when they are from , I do not know . And why , out of all the billions on this planet , I was chosen , I know not . But it has been a long night and I must sleep . I will continue this at a later date , and continue it I shall , for I want there to be a record of my actions and the reasons for them . I am back . It has been two days since my last entry in this journal , and tonight they had me kill again . That makes thirty people - thirty innocent people … men , women , and children - I have dispatched from this world . Yes … I am sorry to say that they have had me kill children . However , I was told that after tonight there would be no more need of my services . The human race was safe for the foreseeable future . Tonight 's victim was a man in Moscow . I was directed to him and given his name . I then set about their business . I was told that his son , yet unborn , would one day invent something that would cause the death of billions . Being told the basis for this particular death was a departure from the norm . I had never been given rhyme nor reason for any of the others . The man 's name and the names of the other twenty - nine , including where and when they died , are in the addendum attached to this missive . I remember every one of my quarry . I guess I should have mentioned this earlier , but my victims were scattered around the world . I do not know how they did it , but one minute I was in my room behind a locked door , and the next minute I was standing in a foreign locale with the name of that night 's victim swirling through my brain . Then into my mind came the place I could find him or her in the city , town , or hamlet . Now , the thirty - first person will die . They , at last , have left me to myself . I am now free to end this the only way it can be ended - with my death . I 've been saving and hiding my medication for quite a while now ; there is enough to kill three of me . May God have mercy on my soul . When Dr . Allen had finished reading the above , he turned to Dr . Harris and said , " Interesting , but why have you brought it to me ? We both know that the man was a certified , delusional schizophrenic . How long have we had him here at our institution ? " " I 've taken the liberty of investigating a few of the names on Fitzgerald 's list . It 's taken me three weeks , but I 've verified eleven of the deaths and their time and place . They all correspond with what Fitzgerald has written . " " Excuse me , sir , but Fitzgerald had no access to newspapers . He was denied them because they would agitate him to no end . And the only television he had access to was in the day room where the set is perpetually tuned to a movie channel . " " No , sir , it does not . However , there is one more thing I think I should make you aware of . My sister is married to a Russian physicist , speaks fluent Russian , and lives in Moscow . I called her about the last name on Fitzgerald 's list . She made a few calls for me and it turns out that Fitzgerald was dead before the body of the man he mentions was discovered . And just one more thing , sir . The man 's wallet was found in Fitzgerald 's room . I have it if you 'd like to see it . " Turning a color red that is not in the regular spectrum , Dr . Allen shouted , " NO ! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THE DAMN WALLET ! " Then handing the Fitzgerald papers to Dr . Harris , he said with ice in his voice , " Burn these , burn them now . And if you value your position here at Oakwood , you will never speak of this matter again … to anyone . Do I make myself clear ? " But Dr . Harris did not burn the papers . He placed them , along with the wallet , in his desk drawer and locked it . He had some thinking to do . As he started on his rounds , a quote of Shakespeare 's kept repeating itself in his head . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , than are dreamt of in your philosophy . " If anyone feels so inclined , I 'd appreciate it if you 'd like my Facebook page . You can click on the button on the right side of the page . Thank you . Ten years ago , I saw her for the first time . She was tall . . . she was the most beautiful thing I have even seen . She was blond . She was all female . She was to be my destruction . by Andrew JoyceAugust 11 , 2013August 11 , 2013 I am three steps from meeting my maker . Three more steps to the noose . I am ready to die ; I think I deserve to die . I have killed before , but never for such a frivolous reason as brings me to these last three steps . The whole mess started down El Paso way when I walked into the cantina . It was a bucket of blood , a real dive . But I had a thirst and it was the first saloon I saw as I came into town . Once inside , it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the gloom . When I could see again , I saw a bar against the far wall with only two men at it . They had their elbows upon the bar , staring into their drinks . A few tables separated me from the bar and they were all empty . It was mid - day , so that was no surprise . I made my way to the bar and put my foot on the rail . The barman was a little slow in coming my way . I had just rode twenty - five miles and the dust was thick in my throat . I had no patience for a slow movin ' barkeep . When he was opposite me at the bar , I grabbed his shirt and pulled his face to mine . Looking him dead in the eye I said , " Give me your finest rotgut and if you dilly - dally , I 'll put a bullet in your leg . " As I said it , I drew my . 44 from its leather and pointed the barrel at his right leg . His eyes widened and he reached under the bar and came up with an almost full bottle of some good stuff . " Here mister , it 's on the house , " he said . Now that that was taken care of , I leaned my back against the bar , and leaving the glass where it was , took a good pull from the bottle . I had rode my horse almost to death . I had to move fast , they were on my trail . I mean the posse . Yes , I had killed two men , but they were trying to kill me . I finally lost the posse in the badlands . Now I 'm only a few miles from Mexico and freedom . But as it turned out , I might as well have been a million miles from the border . I don 't know what she was doing coming into that hellhole of a bar , but when I saw her , my plans changed . She pushed through the swing doors as though she owned the place . And in a way she did . She was tall and blond . Her hair was up and her smile could kill . Her figure had more curves then a coiled rattler . Her eyes were gray and they looked my way . When the bottle was half - gone , she told me to grab it . Then she took me by the hand and led me to the stairs . We ascended to the second floor to a door at the far end of the hall . " This is where I call home , " she purred . By now I had forgotten about the twenty - five dust coated miles , the posse , the killings , everything . Once in the room with the door locked , she pointed to a table and said , " You 'll find some glasses over there , pour us a shot . I went to the table and found the glasses , blew the dust out of them and did as I was told . When I turned around with the glasses in hand , she was sitting on the bed . Patting the mattress she softly said , " Come and sit by me . " Well partners that was all she wrote . We had our booze and food sent up , and for the next three days we did not leave that room . I have never known a woman like her . I 've mostly only been with whores , but she was no whore . She told me that she loved me . We spent three days exploring every inch of each other 's bodies and I fell in love for the first time in my life . It was on the morning of the fourth day that my head started to clear . We were lying in bed , I was on my back and she was propped up on one elbow running her finger down my chest when she said she wanted to go to Mexico with me . I told her that was fine by me , but there was no rush . That 's when she got a funny look on her face and exclaimed , " No , we have to leave today ! " Before I could say anything there was a knock on the door . I got out of bed and slipped on my pants . I knew who it was ; it was the little Mex boy who had been bringing us our food and booze . I usually took the tray at the door and handed him a dollar . But this time was different . He beckoned me out into the hall and asked me to shut the door . When the door was closed behind me he whispered , " Senor , you have been good to me so I must tell you that you are in great danger . " I started to turn , but he grabbed my arm . " You do not understand . She belongs to another man , a bad man . She has done this before and three men have died . Her man will be back tomorrow , so today she will ask you to leave and take her with you . If you are here tomorrow José will kill you . " I put the tray on the floor and asked the boy to tell me all that he knew . He told me people were making bets with each other if I 'd get away before José got back or if I 'd be planted up on the hill with the other three . It seems Rose , my great love , was using me to get away from José . In this country a woman can 't travel alone . And besides , the boy told me José leaves her with no money when he goes away . The news kinda punched me in the gut . I gave the boy a five - dollar gold piece and thanked him . Picking up the tray , I entered the room with a smile on my face . Still smiling , I placed the tray on the bed and told her to have some breakfast . I was going to have a drink . I had me some thinking to do . As I sat in the chair and watched her eat , I weighed my options . We could leave together and avoid this man José , or I could leave alone . Or , we could stay and I 'd have it out with José . The problem was I didn 't know if she was worth it . She had played me . If I took her with me would she ditch me once we were in Mexico ? I was still thinking on those thoughts when she broke my reverie by saying , " I want to be out of here by noon . I 'm going to take a bath ; you pack and then settle our bill . I 'll meet you at the livery stable . " Still smiling I answered , " I 'll see you at the livery . " She gathered up some clothes , got herself dressed and left to take her bath . When she had gone , I sat there in thought and added another option that I could take . I could just kill the lying bitch and be done with her . What to do ? What to do ? I put on my shirt and boots and went downstairs still undecided . By the time I reached the livery I had decided that I 'd leave without her . She was a fine looking woman and the sex was good , but I had enough trouble and I didn 't need no crazy man after me . I saddled my pinto and started down the street at a slow pace . As I passed the saloon , Rose pushed through the swing doors and saw me . She dropped her bags and ran up , grabbed ahold of the saddle and walked along side . Looking up at me she implored , " Where you going ? Wait , I 'll get my horse . " She wouldn 't let go of the saddle , so I picked up the pace a mite . She still hung on . Then I saw her look down the street and the look on her face said it all . She let go and hightailed it back to the saloon . I didn 't have to look , but I did . Astride a sorrel rode a big man , a big mean looking man . It had to be José . As we came abreast of each other he grabbed the reins of my horse . There we stood , eye to eye , neither one of us speaking . Finally he said in a very deep voice , " Whatcha doin ' with my woman ? " I saw it in his eyes ; he was going to draw on me . I may be slow when it comes to women , but I 'm fast on the draw . I had a bullet through his forehead before he cleared leather . That was my mistake , that and taking up with Rose . I should have let him draw first . The whole thing was seen by the town marshal and I was quickly arrested . I thought for a moment of killing the marshal before he arrested me , but I never did kill no man that was not trying to kill me . His name was Jimmy Diaz ; he hailed from America , but he had been kicking around Columbia for almost a decade . He had come to the country to hunt emeralds . He thought it would be a cinch to go out in the boonies , scratch at the earth and come up with a handful of emeralds . However , it did not work out that way . He shortly came to the realization that his dream was not going to materialize . Now , after ten years of doing odd jobs , working as a laborer , doing anything he could to earn his daily bread , including stealing his daily bread , Jimmy was a bit dejected . He had a crop of prematurely gray hair , the few pesos in his pocket and no future . He didn 't mind the hair . And he certainly didn 't mind the pesos . It was the lack of a future that Jimmy was thinking of on the day it all began . He was walking on the outskirts of a small town , a town that he could not find work in , when he saw the bank . Like the town it was small , but a bank is a bank . And as Willie Sutton once famously said , " That 's where the money is . " Jimmy stopped walking and sat down in the shade of a large tree . He had to give this some thought . After a while , he came up with a plan to enhance his prospects of a future . He would rob the bank , but not having a gun was problematic . So he gave it some more thought and in a few minutes , he smiled to himself , stood up and marched right into the building . As he approached the manager 's desk , the man saw how Jimmy was dressed and ( correctly ) thinking him a peasant , was about to ask him to leave the premises . But before he could utter a syllable , Jimmy ensconced himself in a chair in front of the desk and said , " We have your children and if I 'm not back to where they are being held in one hour 's time they will be harmed . " Jimmy had no idea if the man had children or not , but Columbia being a Catholic country , he thought it a safe bet that the man had many children . Jimmy shrugged and told the manager that would do nicely . He envisioned the safe chock full of crisp new pesos . However , when the manager opened the safe , there stood two lonely packets of old worn out bills . Jimmy shook his head and asked if that was all the money in the bank . " Si , except for a few pesos in the teller cages , " answered the man . He hastily added , " We are but a poor bank . " Jimmy being the optimist that he was thought that at least the pesos would buy him a car to get from town to town and he wouldn 't have to walk anymore . As he put the cash in his pockets , he reminded the man that if he did not make it back in time , the children would suffer . He added , " So don 't call the police . " And without further ado , Jimmy Diaz walked out of that rural bank a much happier and richer man than he had been an hour earlier . He had no escape plan , but he knew he could avoid capture by losing himself in the forest . After all , he had an hour 's head start . The manager would not call the police for at least an hour . Jimmy had told the man not to call the police , but he said nothing about calling home . And that is exactly what the manager did the moment Jimmy was out the door . Of course , his wife told him all the children were safe and accounted for . The manager 's next call was to the police . It was five minutes after having left the bank that Jimmy heard the siren . It was a small town and it had only the one police car . He ducked off the road and into a strand of trees just before the cop passed by . Paul Dix and Andy Stein were expatriated Americans . They were also bandits , but they were professional bandits . They robbed banks , stores , people , whatever was available . They would take the gold outta your teeth if wasn 't such hard work . Hell , they 'd rob the livestock if the damn cows had any pesos . But one thing they did not do was rob anywhere in the vicinity of the town they called home . They needed a safe refuge for when things went south . Things seldom went south for Paul and Andy , but if they did , it was nice to know you had a hidey - hole to dive into . The reason they felt safe in their adopted hometown was that they paid off the police . It wasn 't too expensive ; there were only two of them . The chief , Juan Marciel , and his stooge , Hector Fernandez . And besides , it was the cost of doing business . The drama alluded to above came about because the police chief demanded a bigger cut of the proceeds . To discuss the matter , the four came together in the woods where Chief Marciel maintained a small cabin to entertain certain ladies that his wife knew nothing about . The four business partners were not in the cabin proper ; they stood outside its front door . Soon the discussion became heated , so heated in fact that all four drew their guns . It was a Mexican standoff . No , it was a Columbian standoff . Juan and Hector 's hands shook . Andy and Jim 's did not . There they stood ; four men and not one of them had any compunction about killing another human being . It was only a matter of who would blink first , or maybe it was a matter of who would shoot first . Andy answered their unasked question . " We 're leaving this hell - hole of a town and you won 't see us again . You boys got off lucky today , so don 't press your luck , vamoose while you can still vamoose . " The two cops turned and started walking towards the town , but after a few steps , the chief turned and drew a two shot derringer out of the pocket of his pants . He yelled , " Fuck you gringos . " And then he died . Andy shot him four times before ' ol Juan could get off a shot . Hector was nowhere to be seen . He played it smart that day . " It was either us or him . But to answer your question , we get the hell outta here . By now Hector is on the phone to the National Police , " responded Andy . They had to leave their stash , all the money they had in the world , in town . It wasn 't really their money , but they considered it as such . They headed up the mountain because they would be expected to go down the mountain to the road below . Jimmy was pretty worn out . He had been hiking up the mountain for hours . His only thought : to put distance between himself and whomever was looking for him . So he did not hear the men as they approached . The first inkling he had that he was not alone on that mountain was when he stumbled and fell . As he started to get up he looked into the barrel of the biggest gun he had ever seen . He had never seen a gun up close before , but when you are staring into the business end of one , it is the biggest goddamn gun in the world . Then the one with the gun said , " Paul , how can he be following us ? He came in from the opposite direction . At those words , Jimmy took hope into his heart . He might not be shot in the next two minutes . " Hey guys , I 'm an American just like you . I just robbed a bank and I 've got cops chasing me too ! So let 's join forces and get away from the cops together . " As the two bandits started back up the mountain , Jimmy got up off the ground and said , " I have money . Take me with you and you can have half of it . " Then he took the two packets of pesos out of his pockets to show them to Paul and Andy . Paul lowered his gun and said , " Fuck you . " But he said it with a smile . The three banditos then went up the mountain together , and to temporary safety . Jimmy didn 't know it , but no one was looking for him , not the local cops , not the National Police , not even a lonely dog just looking for love . Nobody . But on the other hand , Paul and Andy had half the National Police from the Santander Province out looking for them . Hector had told them that they were the infamous Banditos Americanos . And to top it off , they had killed a police officer . Their bacon was fried , their goose was cooked , and they were toast as far as the Policía Nacional were concerned . But first the police had to find them . Then they would fry their bacon and cook their goose . No trial , just a fusillade of bullets . However , there would be no cooking or frying on that day . The three men made it over the mountain and started down the other side . Soon they came to rail line , the tracks looked inviting . There would be no pesky traffic , some of which might be the police . And besides , they could hear a train coming from a long way off . Then they could scamper for cover well in advance of being seen . By the time it was getting dark , they came to a town serviced by the railroad , which meant at some point in time a train would stop . It was decided that they would hole up there for the night and hope a train stopped before the police came . The plan was to make their get - a - way by train . Jimmy was detailed to go into the town and buy food while Andy and Paul hid out . It was a long night and none of the three got very much sleep . But in the early morning , just before sunrise , the horn of a train sounded . It was hoped that the train would stop . It must have been known by now that the desperados went up the mountain and not down . The police would soon be swarming about . Their prayers were answered , if indeed God answers the prayers of bandits , and the train stopped . Not a whole train , just an engine and a flat car attached . But it was all that was needed . The bandits watch as the engineer climbed down and walked to a shed adjoining the tracks . It was a woman ! It was decided that they would have to wait for the woman to come back , and then they would jump on the flat car as the train was pulling out . They did not have long to wait . As the car pulled out , the three left their place of hiding and one by one they jumped aboard . They made their way to the engine . Paul was the first to enter the cab , followed by Andy and bringing up the rear , Jimmy . Paul had his gun out and pointed it at the engineer . " Don 't panic , " he said , " we will not hurt you . " To his surprise , the woman smiled . " I know who you are , " she said . " you are the Banditos Americanos , " She continued : " Half the country is looking for you . And the other half is rooting for you to get away . But I thought there were only two of you . " The short of it was that the woman told them to sit on the floor so they couldn 't be seen . They passed three towns and there were police at every crossing . The engineer waved at the police and they waved back . Because it was obvious she was the only one on the train , they had no interest in her or her train . The train started to slow and Andy asked what was up . " At the next town I must stop and there might be police there . You should get off now . I have taken you outside their perimeter , you should be safe enough . Go with God mi amigos . " " What we do , " said Andy " is head north . Bogota is to the north , it 's a big city . We can get lost there . " The Banditos were never seen again . They became the stuff of legend . It is said that they live in the mountains and only come out at night to rob the unsuspecting . Every robbery in the province is attributed to El Banditos Americanos . Parents scare their children into being good by telling them that the Banditos will take them away in the night if they do not behave . However , the bandits do not live in the mountains , they no longer rob and they don 't steal children . This is what happened to El Banditos Americanos . About an hour after leaving the train , they were going through some dense underbrush and Jimmy was having a tough time keeping up . Paul was leading the way and kept up the pace hoping to lose Jimmy . He and Andy were partners , they needed no one else . Andy , for his part only wanted to get to the big city and was ambivalent about Jimmy now that they had gotten over the mountain and through the police blockade . So Jimmy fell farther and farther behind . But not so far behind that he could not hear the two up ahead . Then he heard screams and shouting . Then there was gunfire . Jimmy hunkered down and did not move . Hours later he ventured to continue on . He soon came to a small clearing and there on the ground were the mortal remains of Andy and Paul . They had been shot and then hacked to bits with machetes . They had the misfortune to have run into a band of men working for the local drug lord , and thinking Paul and Andy were the police , the drug guys killed them . Jimmy made the sign of the cross and continued on . He eventually made it to Bogota after a few more adventures along the way that do not merit telling here . Suffice it to say that by the time he hit Bogota , he was a changed man . At the American embassy he secured a passport after proving he was an American citizen by turning in his old passport , which he always carried with him . And with his ill - gotten gains from the bank heist , he bought an airline ticket back to the States . Jimmy Diaz now lives in Florida , the city is not important . He is married and has two daughters . Oh , and a cat and two Cocker Spaniels . He does not have to work nowadays because on his way to Bogota he stumbled onto a field with part of a large emerald sticking up out of the dirt . He spent two weeks digging up more emeralds and when he had all that he could carry , he stopped digging and resumed his trek to Bogota . When he hit the big city he sold his emeralds and deposited the money in a local bank , telling the bank manager that he would be receiving instructions for a wire transfer soon . When Jimmy hit the States he opened a local bank account with the last of the money from his bank robbery . He then had his $ 387 , 589 . 00 wired up from Columbia . by Andrew JoyceMay 20 , 2013May 20 , 2013 They are always with me . At times , they appear out of the ethereal mist and at other times they speak directly to my mind . I wish they would leave me to myself , but that they will not do . No , first I must do their bidding . They come at night and stay until the black sky fades to gray . When the stars leave the sky and the clouds to the east turn pink I am allowed to rest . But I ask you , what respite can a murderer have ? At their behest , I have killed again this night . And I will continue to kill until they go back from whence they came . I remember the first time they came to me . It was a little over a year ago and since then I have killed twenty - nine people . Please do no think me insane . I assure you these beings are real and are not immanent . At first , I too thought myself demented when they stood before me telling me they came to save the human race , and to accomplish their mission certain people must die . They explained that the demise of the race was not imminent , but if action was not taken , and taken soon , it would be too late to set things on a course to ensure the continuance of mankind . You are probably wondering , if you do not think me crazed , why they cannot do their own dirty work . And it is a good question , one I have asked . They , of course , are not of our time and space . They appear , when they appear , as diaphanous specters , they cannot manipulate physical matter . Thus I have become their instrument here on earth . Where or when they are from I do not know . And why , out of all the billions on this planet I was chosen , I know not . But it has been a long night and I must sleep , I will continue this at a later date , and continue it I shall , for I want there to be a record of my actions and the reasons for them . I am back . It has been two days since my last entry , and tonight they had me kill again . That makes thirty people , thirty innocent people , men , women and children I have dispatched from this world . Yes , I am sorry to say that they have had me kill children . However , I was told that after tonight there would be no more need of my services , the human race was safe for the foreseeable future . Tonight 's victim was a man in Moscow . I was directed to him and given his name . I then I set about their business . I was told that his son , yet unborn , would one day invent something that would cause the death of billions . Being told the basis for this particular death was a departure from the norm , I had never been given rhyme nor reason for any of the others . The man 's name and the names of the other twenty - nine , with where and when they died , are in the addendum attached to this missive . I remember every one of my quarry . I guess I should have mentioned this earlier , but my victims were scattered around the world . I do not know how they did it , but one minute I was in my room behind a locked door and the next minute I was standing in a foreign locale with the name of that night 's victim swirling through my brain . Then into my mind came the place I could find him or her in the city , town or hamlet . Now , the thirty - first person will die . They , at last , have left me to myself . I am now free to end this the only way it can be ended , with my death . I 've been saving and hiding my medication for quite a while now , there is enough to kill me three times over . May God have mercy on my soul . When Dr . Allen had finished reading the above , he turned to Dr . Harris and said , " Interesting , but why have you brought it to me ? We both know that the man was a certified , delusional schizophrenic . How long have we had him here at our institution ? " I 've taken the liberty of investigating a few of the names on Fitzgerald 's list . It 's taken me three weeks , but I 've verified eleven of the deaths and their time and place . They all correspond with what Fitzgerald has written . " " No sir it does not . However there is one thing I think I should make you aware of . My sister is married to a Russian physicist , speaks fluent Russian and lives in Moscow . I called her about the last name on Fitzgerald 's list . She made a few calls for me and it turns out that Fitzgerald was dead before the body of the man he mentions was discovered . And just one more thing sir , the man 's wallet was found in Fitzgerald 's room . I have it if you 'd like to see it . " Turning a color red that is not in the spectrum , Dr . Allen shouted , " NO ! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THE DAMN WALLET ! " And then handing the Fitzgerald papers to Dr . Harris , he said with ice in his voice , " Burn these , burn them now . And if you value your position here at Oakwood you will never speak of this matter again , to anyone . Do I make myself clear ? " But Dr . Harris did not burn the papers . He placed them with the wallet in his desk drawer and then locked it . He had some thinking to do . And as he started on his rounds , a quote of Shakespeare 's kept repeating itself in his head . " There are more things in heaven and earth , Horatio , then are dreamt of in your philosophy . " Share this : TwitterFacebookEmailPinterestPrintLinkedInLike this : Like Loading . . . by Andrew JoyceApril 19 , 2013May 25 , 2013 We were in love … so in love . It was summertime , it was the beginning of our lives . It was the end of our lives . She was a black hair beauty , loving me as no one has ever loved me . The time spent with her was so sweet . Her skin , her smile , her everything … I loved her so much . So it 's funny how things worked out . Her father did not approve of me , he thought me a loser , not good enough for his daughter . When I came calling , he would show his disapproval of me by addressing me as the bug he thought I was . Never a civil word . I went to her house that night … that horrible night . She was to be outside waiting for me , but she wasn 't . Instead , her father met me . He had a gun . Post was not sent - check your email addresses ! Email check failed , please try again Sorry , your blog cannot share posts by email . % d bloggers like this :