So..some of you know, my big brother was murdered on Valentine's day, 2007, for his life insurance money. The "wife" whom I will refer to as the biotch, hired a 23 yr old girl and an 18yr old boy, to do it. The boy was staying there w the biotches son (previous marriage)He let the girl in through a window, loaded the gun and showed her how to use it..she went to my brothers bedroom door, pushed it open, and pointed the gun at him asleep in bed. First shot hit him in the stomach..he Sat up..second shot in the chest..last shot in the head. ..ugh..I need to ...to be continued...Lortd there's soooooo much..

Ok...anywho..that **** traumatized me-I went to his house the day of the murder..blood everywhere..I lost it..had what the doctors call, a nervous breakdown:( That's when you grieve so hard, you literally lose touch with reality. I lost 80 pounds in less than a year, I drank every day, yet worked 60+ hours a week, and I don't remember half of it. Okay..that's the preface of this thread...that is part of the rest of the story.

Fast forward: 2009..my big bros bday..drunk as ever..hit a bridge..went to jail. First time in real jail..(ran away from foster homes at age 15 and was held overnight in a holding cell) Tried to hang myself w my bra...yes, you read that right..my "Over the shoulder boulder holder" Lmfao!: ) I went to pull on the only thing I could tie it to..sprinkler spigot coming from ceiling....and I SET THE SPRINKLER SYSTEM OFF!!!! ...Oooookay..I'm drinking now..and I feel like nobody is reading this:( soooooo..if you wanna hear the.."REST OF THE STORY" then comment: "Paul Harvey Rules" on this thread, and I will continue...believe me-there's soooooo much more..Lortd have mercy on my brain!