To The Motorcyclist that Killed the Poor Wheelchair Crosser

Portland OR

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Go turn yourself in, you'll never be able to sleep again really, that person will be in your dreams, you'll be able to hear them whispering on rainy nights, and if you don't atone when it's time to meet your maker, he will have that bit of cowardice recorded, of you killing that poor person. I sure you were speeding, probably high. For whom the bell tolls