dude, nuthing in my life is a lie, if you dont want to belive it, thats your problem, and trust me, after the guy rapped her, the cops werent the first thing on my mind...the first thing on my mind was, im killing this guy or dieing in the prossess, and then i thought, im going to get her bro to come and back me up, so i called him up... and when he got out their to my house, i had a knife in my left hand, another knife in my pocket, and a baseball bat in my other hand, and her lil bro moe had basicaly the same set up, and as were were making our way across the rez, a ex GF of mine came up, and said "hold on, you guys both love deb right?" and me and moe both said "yea" the girl said "well... if you guys are rotting in a jail cell for murder, do you think its going to make her life any better? i mean, you guys have both seen her cry on nights, because of her 2 brothers sitting in jail, one of them, that shes never even met, right? well, whos going to be there for her wen she crys about you 2?" and thats when i turned me back to the house, and dialed up (=911...

and another question for the one whos saying my life story is BS... you say you would drug him? why, he wouldnt be able to feel the bat crushing his head, he wouldnt be able to feel the blood gushig from his throat, or his sides, or from were his heart used to sit at...