My murdered bro book beginning

I am a tbi'r, also known as a traumatic brain injury survivor. It came about Valentine's 1993 on the way home from Ole Malley's Nightclub that’s in Athens, ga. We, Michael, Zack, Jacob, & I were underage. We had fake IDs. Jacob, having only drunk 1 beer, was driving till he fell asleep. I was the only 1 unbundled. We were on Highway 8 at Pine Hills Golf Course in Winder, ga. After Jacob dozed off, we went off the road to the right, waking he swerved left, went off the highway, ditched through a light pole. I was slung all over the car out the rear window. Donald, the MET, picked me up & carried me to the ambulance. He used to be my Statham Warriors football coach. Sustained me the ambulance ride. I heard that was illegal. Then I was taken to ARMC, Athens Regional Medical Center. My coma was 6 months. I started coming out coma a month from my June high school graduation. At that ceremony, I stopped my wheelchair on the cat walk. 1 of its 2 pushers was my Construction teacher’s, Dana's, wife. I think her name was Lona. After surgeries, I went through a decade of rehab. 93-03. Granny was going through chemo the same interim sh was taking me to rehab. June 30, 2004, she died. That had mixed emotions. At my 16th birthday party, she called my promised truck a dream. I hated her 23 months, till I went through a Honda Accords window. Dad & my brother, Tony & Justin, got on drugs, were indebted, then were killed by the drug dealers. I steadily healed to a state of vengeance. At Senator Gary Braswell's singlewide, Attorney General Andy Woods singlewide trailer, a couple roads from where Dad was killed. Tony was murdered on Twin Lakes in Winder, ga. Justin was killed in Butler, tn, his basement apartment. I’m on a mission to find the killer. In Gary’s backyard, we dug a hole, lit charcoal, waited for it to get orange, threw tinfoil wrapped deer steaks on the orange coals, covered it with dirt, then chatted. The Georgia charm was comfortable. My unbuckling & sadistic prayer for death, vengeful though it may be, was my leveling the playing field with Granny. Her name was Polly House, but she was born Drew Willy Paulene. She hated that. I like it. Granny was a Salutatorian. I walked with honors, but I missed too many days for it to go on my diploma. That’s what Granny said. When I stopped my wheelchair on the cat walk to walk it with 2 therapists help, I got a standing ovation & went in the Atlanta with the Winder news. Dad was murder 1999. Justin, trying to get proof on former cop Jerome, was murdered 2006. Now till my death I want the culprit to pay. I want his or her blood. Since I turned 16, I’ve done horribly with women. It turned me gay. 224 women rejected me. God told me to make them history. Now I’m looking for my man. I hope he loves nature like me. A gay loner, I am on this endeavor solo. I’m at Senator Gary's trailer. When I was 13, I had my 1st rejection. It was a Senator's stepdaughter. God doesn’t want me dealing with rejecters. A dogg fan, I don’t bother announcing my idols. There could be some bee fans out here, the rival. This little road, which was rough texture when I rode the bus, connects to Picklesimon Road connects to the dirt road connected to the driveway, where I used to live. That’s where Dad was murdered, the core of my revenge. I was at a church convention, Romans 10:9-10. When I came home to the church, my uncle, Dad's brother, was there to tell me about the murder. 7 years later, Justin’s murder. I’m on the warpath. After Granny called my promised truck a dream, I was on the warpath with her 91-93. Then going through the window I needed meds 93-17. That’s when my sister called the police on my temper tantrum h& cops said I’ll go to jail unless I take my meds. 24 years anger, at that point, went away. Now I’m mad 2 very close family members were killed by their dealers. I don’t blame the dealers. They were owed money. Now I do need to kill them back. I forgave Granny after I realized she thought 1991 was 1931. Unable to do my homework or study bc of my job, I daily warned her of coming hardship if I wasn’t given a truck. She was daily shrugging, “Oh well.” In a decade, the news, which we daily watched, told of school's giving too much homework. In 3 years, Granny apologized for her closed mindedness. I forgave her bc I’m a Christian, but I still hurt. Justice Department Supervisor Mick Purvis tells me he heard about my report; Papa's getting threatened by phone he better stop investigating the murders. Or I’d be killed. Or my life’d be taken. Before that happens, the killers must roast. My distant cousin, Don, is a commissioner, as was my great papa, JB LAY, who also owned Winder. His picture is up in the Winder courthouse. Since his son adopted my mom, there’s no semblance in our face. I told a group people IN is my great papa then I heard 1 telling everyone it was a lie. My uncle confirmed what I said. Dad had told Justin & me about IN when he & Loisetta bought Twin Lakes. We- Dad, justin, & i- were walking through the newly bought woods, which is currently walking distance from Gary's. I’m after Justin’s murderer more than Dad’s murderer. Justin wasn’t daily asking for a truck payment as Dad was when I was 16-17. 1 month from 18, I went through the window. That 1 second completely changed my life. Part of the revenge I told Granny was coming. But the call saying Dad died was the ultimate revenge. She said, on the way home, Dad’s funeral was her greatest pain ever. My church was there for me. They showed me great support. That helped me a lot. I quit going to Granny’s church bc she said nobody my age in her church drove a decent vehicle & they “all” did. That’s why I sought revenge on her more than anything. In my heart, it was a lie. I don’t know when I’ll finish this book. If it’s after I kill the killer, it’ll be a closed ending. I wonder if the person to call & threaten Papa was the killer or somebody just doing him a favor. Will it be the person I kill? I’ll tell everybody what this book's about. Before I moved to Merritt island, a man wrote a book without a cover story. A book he refused to tell me about. To say the least, I left that book, “Super Hero,” unbought. Justin’s friends surely have suspects I need to investigate. If I get enough trace evidence, I’ll kill them. But it has to be clean. No trace whatsoever. I need to get a blame to take my place. I’m single & want to stay that way since my 16th birthday when Dad said you can’t date pretty girls in a piece of junk. Girls don’t care what you drive. But I couldn’t compute that. I only had room to think about Granny’s horrible, devilish lie. That was all I could think about all day every day, every single day. Then my injury led to Dad’s & Justin’s drugging, which led to indebted drug dealers, which led to Dad’s & Justin’s death. It brought my life to a Gault. All I can do now is seek the killer before I pursue his or her death. I’m about to turn 45. I’ve never been in love. When I saw 224 women have rejected me, I turned gay. When I saw a gay nominee is Democrat, I turned into a Democrat. So was Cal Edwards, who lived a stone’s throw over the swamp from Dad’s crime scene. Id like to get my friend, an investigator's secretary, to look into the slaying. But im after justins killer 1st & instead jail, I want to murder the murderer. I heard jail was socializing with a whole bunch of t.v. watching. A buddy, Michael, the stepson of the owner of the window I went through, and my brother Justin concocted a plan for a teen club, BULLDOG Retreat. As they made the plans, I lay in a coma. Justin was very enthusiastic about BULLDOG Retreat, but as with all his other business plans he needed capital. The lack was too grave to follow through with his plans. I'd like to pick it back up, but nothing is happening till I kill Justin’s killer. As he ran from the killer, he’d infrequently call me. Justin had both the killer & the police after him. He’d stolen our deceased uncle’s guns. On the cell, justin told me our cousin Tiffany had promised to God not to tell on him before she told the police he had called her. On the night I had told him she reported him, he was found dead. He was running from drug dealers. It’s my responsibility to kill whoever killed Justin. It has me in a lot of pain. I don’t think I’ll feel right till Justin’s murderer is dead. 1 of many psychiatrist’s, they’re intermittent, retired me. I was very ballistic over my lying Christian College. There’s more about that later. When I accepted the retirement, I thought I’d be reading all the time, the injured brain’s quickest healer. But my focus shifted to finding Justin’s killer. At 45, I’m no longer a fan of sex. The Most unexpected women have rejected me. God doesn’t want me to have anything to do with them. I just want a singlewide. I just want to kill Justin's killer. Who is the Jerome he was after when he was killed? It sounds like Justin had his hands full running from the drug dealer & the police at the same time. I must kill his killer. I’m aching for justice. From where I’m standing, beside Gary’s trailer, I see dead man’s curve. Not only did my uncle ditch his sister’s MG Midget there but that’s also where Justin & I got on Bobby Simmons school bus. We fought other boys on that bus. Since they fought me, I’m not mentioning their name. I’m too busy finding Justin’s killer. Again, I’m on the warpath. I want a singlewide as Gary’s singlewide. It has, I saw, a Jacuzzi in its bathroom. My great uncle, War Hero Bad Father John House had a doublewide near Athens, ga. Barn as big as his trailer. So was the RV. I’d like to have a huge RV. Cut down on hotel coats. My brother-in-law Alex Ruc said I could stay in Wal-Mart parking lots. It sounds like the wisest investment in the world. Keep costs down as I invest my life in killing my brother's killer. Unlike Dad, justin wasn’t asking for a daily truck payment. So I’m more warranted to murder Justin’s murder. He’ll be begging for he’ll by the time I’m through with him! SWT ADU MSTK TMC SHWR RANSM NTE Ju boss MHLASE GR LIE CHSE TMC LIE DR RISKI DR CALLAHAN MARIAN MICHELLE