On COPS, an inmate explaining the series of events that landed him in jail:
"...I stabbed him and he died. I ain't mean to kill him. But he died."
Doesn't it just suck when things like that just happen?
The clouds have lifted and the sun is brightly shining. My head is clearing as well, and my eyes are beginning to see the beauty of the light. Promise. Hope. Happiness.
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