personally, if i was to take anyone's life, it would be his... and i wouldn't try to cover it up either... i'd be fucking proud i wiped such a pathetic assholes's existance off the face of the earth....

http://boards.cannabis.com/cannabis-...-my-chest.html a bit of history.. if you wanna really see deeper...

i guess i'll start at the begining.. (you did afterall, say this is for those who wanna share and i got nothing better to do)

my mom and dad got together when she was like 14ish and he was atleast 20... i was born when my mom was 15. neither were ready for the responsibile, i am literally an 'accident'. skp forward awhile (6 months or so?) my mom and dad are goign out partying all the time... my grandma was always taking care of me... eventually, they learned i was basicly my grandma's kyrptonite.. they didn't want me to begin with, and they sure didn't want me now... they used me for leverage.. any time they wanted something and my grandma said no, they threatened to take me away.... skip forward father... maybe a year? my grandma got custody...

neither were in my life for years after that... no phone call, no cards, no letters.. no nothing. then, they shwoed up oneday and wanted to take me to austin with them for the summer... (by this point they had both my brothers, one a year after i was born, the other, was less than 1..) my dad treated me like shit while i was there.. i was young but i remember.... i wanted to go to the carnival and of course being less then 5 i threw a fit when id idn't get my way... i don't remember if he beat me, but i remember hte anger... he was in a rage... my next memory is going to the pool... i had to take a shit and he told me if we had to go home, we wouldn't come back. i didn't want to make my brothers leave, so i shit in the pool (yes i did, i remember it specificly lol) of course, he saw it, took us home, beat me, then made me stand in a diaper (i was atleast 5 or so) in the bathtub and called all his drunk/druggie friends over to come laugh at me and humiliated me...

not long after that i called my grandma, and made them drive the few hour drive to come pick me up... that was again, the last i saw either for a long time.... eventually after many beatings and abuse my mom left him (but he won custody, since he was older, and was the provider) a couple years after that, my mom came back in my life, she moved back to houston (which is like 30 mins drive from me at most) so she was there for awhile.... durring all this time, (years upon years) my dad came to my grandma's and brought my brothers ONCE... other then that i didn't even know the man... all i knew was he was my dad.. i ddin't even know his name...

forward a few more years, after my youngest brother wound up with a broken collar bone, an investigation opened up for abuse... (which the collar bone was what he said happened, he fell down while climbing up a ladder to an abnormally tall slide, my other brother confirmed that, even after our dad was long out of the picture... but the investigation brought fourth the actual abuse...

my mom won custody back of my brothers, and child support (of which the fucker even nearly 10 years later is yet to even pay ONE payment, and he wans't poor, he was a master chef for fancy restuarants by this time, bringing in over 15 an hour... and needed to only support himself... which is where his new addiction came from, but more on that a bit later) the stories surfaced...

he NEVER touched the middle brother, johnathon... but nick... he beat relentlessly, nearly every day... literally throwing my 10 or less year old youngest brother through walls... back handing him with a CLOSED fist because he saw a cigarette burn in the seat of his camaro that HE (MY DAD) put there.... he was angry so he hit my brother... there are countless stories of beatings, that my brother remembers perfectly...

then came his addiction... rock... he was making over 15 an hour.. and had to only support himself, so what does a low life like him do (that owes child support btw, and ont even alot.... bringing in a couple grand atleast a month, and he owes like 200 a month) spends it all on rock... this went on for many many many many years.... when i was 16, he finally came back to my town (and lived in my grandparents house with me) then, he decided it was time to take control of me, and become the dad he should have been along time ago, but it was too late....

for my own sanity i tried... i knew i needed and craved a real father, but it all fell apart only months later... my hate for him was just too strong to forgive and forget... i wanted this mother fucker dead even then.... he tried to convert me to christian... why? becuase he's god's 13th deciple, the end of the world is coming, god talks to HIM (not he talks to god), sucks jesus up, and lets god fuck him 'in his pussy' and 'he has a pussy for god and he loves the love (fucking) god gives him'....

i went to juvi, and everythign came out durring a counseling session... for 30 minuts straight, all my feelign poured out, no one but me was talking (And i'm usually a slow talker) my talking was almost so fast that i could of beat a mexican speaking in tounges durring church by words per minute... after that, and after i got out.. our relationship was rocky at best... (i only ever saw him cuz johnathon was now living with him)

the next part is the hardest for me... my brother was murdered... and i KNOW (he hasn't admitted neither has the murderer, but i know, i know without a doubt cuz i knwo him, i know my brother, and i know what he police reports said) and it's his fault. what i KNOW happeened is my dad got soem rock and obviously used it, swearing he was good for it, and when he didn't have the money my brother offered to stay there while my dad went and got the money, when it took longer then expected, an argument followed... my brother would back down from no one, man or god, mortal or immortal.... gun or no gun... and that's when he was shot... (i can almost garuntee the last words out of my brothers mouth before the trigger was pulled was "if you're gonna shoot you better do it now.." (he has said it to someone before, even with a gun in his face)

because of my father, i'm scarred for life, my youngest brother is one angry individual with serious problems (i'm th same as him, but i went through counseling and i learned to deal with it, atleast to an extent... my brother hasn't...), my other brother's dead, and my family is destroyed... (not even his own brothers ever want to see him again... not his mother, not his father.. NO ONE, but he was kind of hte final wedge that pried myf amily apart once and for all... my family had a lot of strain, but by the time he was gone and wreacked his havok, everythign was gone, every tie, every bond...)

so there you go, the worst waste of space to ever walk the face of this earth... and it's not just my anger... he's lower then dirt, and thinks of only himself. he's abusive, and worse yet is the fact that he's an insane christian... believing he's the center of god's universe, atleast of the living... he literally feels he's as important to god as jesus was...