and frustrated, but can't do anything about it.

well, you could always just post some vague sentence fragment about it here, without explaiing why, until we drag it out of you and then all make you feel better....

Well said, Mavis. So what's up, Univox boy? Because, exciting as sentance fragments are, they just don't cut it in today's fast paced world.

eat a dick you big baby!

is that your trademark sorabjiland welcome, patty?

Pissed?!?! You don't Know the meaning of PISSED! The man who killed my brother got out of prison. So I took this week off, checked the firearms & ammo and the fuckers flew him to Texas then released him on friday 9/15/00. They stated it was for HIS protection. ASSHOLES. Released on bail bond due to a technicality.

WTF!!!! Is the creep out for good,or does he have to go to court again????

He will have to go again....and there's my opportunity.

Texas, huh? he was arrested for charges on a double homicide and they were worried about his protection?

Trace, How did you know it was a double homicide? You are correct, but how did you know?

Well, he killed your two brothers

No, he killed my brother and another fire fighter.

opps. I read wrong...

hmmmmm i think it may be nate....it has a good solid ring to it. they kill prisoners at a rapid rate in TX. was the crime commited in TX?

No

When does he go to court again?

Depends on when the Supreme Court takes it up.

Hrm. Interesting. Well, please do keep us posted. I want to be able to root for his conviction.

I can't even begin to imagine the anger and the pain you must have FB. That you can even get up in the morning and not just lay there screaming, is a credit to you. It makes all my whiney little problems seem so insignificant and I thank you for that. Sometimes it's important to get stuff in perspective. I wish my brother would let me hug him when I see him tonight.

Hug him anyway....you never know when he'll be taken from you. And if he trips out, tell him beave said so... I had a dream 6 wks before his death, or something like that, in which he had been killed. I woke with tears running down my face and I was shaken to my core. So I called him and talked for more than 3 hours. I apologized for someting I did to him. He didn't remember the incident and asked if I was drunk. When I told him no, he said well I forgive you even though I don't remember it. Then weeks later he's dead.

That's terrible. It always feel like we grow closer to the ones we love right before they die...

you said when he goes to court you will get your chance... your chance to what, hurt him? i get very emotional about these types of issues... i'm sorry for your pain... for your loss... but ahhh... i should not start it right here. blah.

I didn't say nuttin' I merely implied.

I am allowed to pat my brother on the back. Sometimes, on occasions like Christmas, I am allowed to shake his hand. I am not allowed to kiss or hug him. Ever. If I am feeling brave, I will sneak up behind him and land a big wet one on him before he can bat me away. Then he screws up his face and I just want to kiss him again. It wasn't always that way. When we were both still of Barbie/GI Joe age, my parents went away overseas and we went to boarding schools. I didn't mind the idea of parental independence until I found out I would be cloistered away from my brother in a girl's school. Then I screamed. I don't think I've ever been so alone as that first night in the dorm. I could hear strangers breathing and it seemed sinister. I wet my bed. When I woke up and felt the wetness, I wasn't ashamed. I just knew I had to find my brother and he would fix it. So I ran across the road in the middle of the night to the boy's school. I had memorised where his dorm was but I had to wake five boys up before I found his bed. I still had my wet pyjamas on, but he let me get into bed with him. If anyone killed my brother, I would be implying too. Not to encourage you FB, because you are smart enough to know your kids need you. But you can still think about it.

about all you can do is show up with tears running down your cheeks and get make sure that the lawyers against him are the best around. not to be crude or anything, but at least you know who killed your brother. he'll get his just desserts. it may not be now, but one day he'll get a swift kick in the pants.

... with a large, scary, violent, indescribably painful Cthulu-covered boot that sends whatever parts of him are left over screaming for cover, only to be stepped on, scraped up, and tossed into a vat of boiling oil.

And the only releif he will ever get is the final buzzzzz of the electric chair, hissing of the gas or momentary prick of a needle.