Backstory: When I was 13 my mom, brother, and I were living with a man from her childhood. This man had a son that was almost 19. He became the big brother I never had. We were fairly close... May of 2000 he was killed in an act of "road rage."
The man that killed him was later put in prison (from what I remember it wasn't a first offense OR an accident...he shot Bucky through the window when Bucky came around to tell him to stop harassing his fiancee) and has been there ever since.
I just found out via facebook that he's getting out on Friday...which just so happens to be my birthday.
This is NOT the kind of birthday gift I was looking for, you know?
The man that killed him was later put in prison (from what I remember it wasn't a first offense OR an accident...he shot Bucky through the window when Bucky came around to tell him to stop harassing his fiancee) and has been there ever since.
I just found out via facebook that he's getting out on Friday...which just so happens to be my birthday.
This is NOT the kind of birthday gift I was looking for, you know?






How horrible he gets to walk free and Bucky doesn't.