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Last night I got a phone call that Officer Pennington died this past weekend. He was one of my security gaurds at the movie theatre, and in several confrontations, he protected me with his own body.
We used to talk about life together, he and I. He was a cute redneck kid, younger than me. Harmless, would never hurt anyone. His passion was squirrel hunting (and eating) and racing his truck. He chewed tobacco, and I would always tease him about it. He was often on his cell phone while gaurding me, but was quick to toss it aside if need be. He was a very kind hearted and genuine individual.
Apparently this past weekend he was shot in the face with a rifle, while in the front yard of a girl he loved (who was marrying someone else). After he was down, his body was moved several times by the young adults at the house. Before they called 911, they moved his bosy three times. They also went down to the gas station on the corner, "to see if any cops were there to help".
When they finally were summoned, the police quickly labeled it a suicide. Anyone that knows Mike Pennington knows he would never take his own life. After closer examination of the body, they found signs of a struggle.
I only hope he gets the justice he deserves.
Last night in the shower I kept thinking about it over and over again, how I would never see Mike again. I'm so tired of everyone around me dying. He was so innocent to the world, so young. Every day things like this make me a little more jaded.
We used to talk about life together, he and I. He was a cute redneck kid, younger than me. Harmless, would never hurt anyone. His passion was squirrel hunting (and eating) and racing his truck. He chewed tobacco, and I would always tease him about it. He was often on his cell phone while gaurding me, but was quick to toss it aside if need be. He was a very kind hearted and genuine individual.
Apparently this past weekend he was shot in the face with a rifle, while in the front yard of a girl he loved (who was marrying someone else). After he was down, his body was moved several times by the young adults at the house. Before they called 911, they moved his bosy three times. They also went down to the gas station on the corner, "to see if any cops were there to help".
When they finally were summoned, the police quickly labeled it a suicide. Anyone that knows Mike Pennington knows he would never take his own life. After closer examination of the body, they found signs of a struggle.
I only hope he gets the justice he deserves.
Last night in the shower I kept thinking about it over and over again, how I would never see Mike again. I'm so tired of everyone around me dying. He was so innocent to the world, so young. Every day things like this make me a little more jaded.