I was informed today that a friend of mine who was missing for a week was found dead this morning. His burt corpse in a ditch, throat slit, tossed aside like road kill. It was a hate crime. He was homosexual, and only 18. Things like these are what make the darker side of me come out. I couldn't help but think "what will happen to his murderer?" "who will be there when he dies?" "who will cry for a pathetic homophobe?" and realized...he probably has family. I mentioned my darker side. that's because my anger extends to the family who brought him up, and all those who've influenced my friend's murderer. I hope the rot in whatever hell there is as well. And for Scotty their blood will become the roses of sated vengance.