Nov 25, 2004 10:34
Sometimes nice guys finish 1st, and way before they should.
So, Big Poppa Pat... a policeman that was my Uncle Mike's partner and good friend and later transferred to work under my dad and dated my sister for a few months is dead. What the fuck!?
Last night, he worked afternoons (3-11) and after work he was driving home to Tremont (near Peoria) and the roads were cleared but apparently still icy. So, according to all reports he saw a car swerve off the road ahead of him and pulled over to make sure that everyone was ok. When he was outside of his car, he was plowed down in a hit and run by some asshole that the police caught down the road a few miles trying to change his license plates. Fucking worthless shitheads... How do you drive away from that!? Gahhh... this is why I hate people
So, I wasn't terribly close with him... but the rest of my family was... my dad and my uncle drove down there around 4 this morning to be with his family and make sure that the assholes who did it get prosecuted to the fullest extent of everything they deserve. Fuck... Why do shitty things happen to good people? I don't know what else to say... my brother just woke up, so my mom is gonna tell him... I gotta go