A decade ago...when my brain had short-circuited...I could not stop thinking about the pain Davis had caused my community.
The fact that he was still breathing our oxygen and getting high crawled up my ass furthur than the neon dildo I sport there now.
Obsessive Compulsive Homicidal Fantasy consumed me. I could not turn it off. When I could sleep...my dreams were haunted by Polly`s horrified and sad eyes.
I hatched many plots to get into San Quentin and master mind his painful demise. Gunning for the king was one that actually fell into my lap. It was a sign from GOD.
Fortunately...as in my post to Dante...I began to suspect that the king and I were on the same side. The voice of GOD in my head whispered confirmation like a soft wind.
Twenty one years after he kidnapped, raped and killed the entire town of Petaluma and it`s surrounding area...Richard Allen Davis still eats, breathes and gets high. It`s a sad commentary on The United States legal system. They should have popped a cap in the back of his head as soon as he was found guilty. If one innocent man? FUCK YOU!!!
My brain is much better now. I still hear my old friends occasionally but they`ve become friendly angel guides.
I`ve forgiven Richie and pray for his safety and well-being every night. I also express GRATITUDE to GOD for him.
I`m sorry Mark...but not for the absolutely most depraved and evil acts this MOTHERFUCKER committed...we both would not be the men we are today.