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Victim's family elated after Secret Witness tip leads to slaying arrest By Jaclyn O'Malley • jomalley@rgj.com • January 29, 2010 The arrest of a man charged in connection with the 2008 shooting death of 20-year-old Bryan Coursey has given his family hope that the other suspect also will be captured. Coursey's sister, Bobbi Vesco, his father Wally Coursey and grandfather, Pete Coursey, said the Jan. 4 arrest of suspected illegal immigrant Arnulfo Carillo, 35, on suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder is proof that Secret Witness works. "I was afraid they wouldn't make any arrests until after I passed away," Pete Coursey said. "Sometimes, they are never caught. I am just elated, and I think Secret Witness is a great outfit. You can rat on someone and get away with it because it's all anonymous." The local organization takes anonymous tips through its hot line and Web site, passes them on to law enforcement and pays rewards for information leading to arrests and prosecutions. The Coursey family raised $11,500, and Secret Witness is offering a $2,500 reward. Vesco said the tipster is collecting the Secret Witness reward. Because this tipster declined to accept the Coursey family's reward, Vesco said there remains $14,000 offered for information leading to the arrest of the remaining suspect, Cesar Garcia, 25, whose whereabouts are unknown. He is charged on a warrant with conspiracy to commit murder. The family is hoping someone will be tempted by the $14,000 to provide information about Garcia. "I am so happy," Wally Coursey said of the arrest. "A year and a half seems like forever, but some families wait forever. I know in my heart, we will catch the other guy. It's in God's hands now." Bryan Coursey died 17 days after he was shot in the head June 15, 2008, as he and some friends stood outside Diamond Dolls club, 310 Spokane St. A group of men in the club were ordered to leave following an altercation that spilled into the parking lot. Bryan Coursey was not involved in the dispute and had never been inside the club. Vesco said it was surreal when she received a call Jan. 5 from a Reno police detective about the break in the case. She was told Carillo had been working in Inglewood, Calif., as a handyman, under an alias. Her family said ads that ran in Wheels & Deals, a California auto classified magazine, prompted the tip. Wally Coursey said magazine officials ran the ads because they were touched by the case. "We will never know the tipster, and we are so grateful they did the right thing," Vesco said. "Now, Cesar Garcia needs to be brought to justice. We are going to get him. As a family, we are strong and will do whatever it takes, no matter how long it takes. We will do whatever it takes to bring him to justice, to get justice for Bryan." Tipsters do not have to reveal their identities to get the rewards. They are given a confirmation number a the time of the tip, and they call back with the number following an arrest to arrange for payment. Detectives used video surveillance to identify the suspects, with arrest warrants obtained for Garcia and Carillo, who also is held under immigration scrutiny.
Are these articles about illegals sadly too typical?
First off, I say this is the worst nightmare I've ever had because... I'll get to that; I've had what most people think worse: sleep paralysis. If you don't know, that's when your eyes open while sleeping and you can hallucinate and there's this pressure on your chest. In fact, I had that last morning and it was a beyond scary; though not my first, I woke up with this awful pressure on my chest... But this dream, or nightmare, wasn't a sleep paralysis. It's what people normally consider to be a nightmare. But the thing is, it wasn't normal. There are usually common nightmares like when you are chased, or you fall, or you are feeling threatened in any way. Well, in my dream, I wasn't the one that was feeling threatened, I was threatening someone else, actually, alot of people... Before I go on, I have to say that I would never wish harm to anyone! This dream was disgusting; I woke up with tears in my eyes and told God that, like I just said, I would never kill anyone and that if this dream is a product of bad thoughts, or desires of mine, to please forgive me. The only reason I'm saying that is to tell you that I would never wish harm. I've never thought about doing murder on ANY scale, never! I'm not a future psycho mass murderer guy. So now, to describe the dream. I'll start from the very beginning. I remember talking with my mom about some policeman that my mom, and my two sisters had met. My mom and my two sisters were planning to go with this policeman somewhere. Now here we can count for people other than myself. Only four people can sit in a car, unless you squeezed of course. So they were planning to leave somewhere but they didn't invite me. I remember seeing an image of them sitting in the car, but that's all. So I was talking to my mom in the parking lot and I felt sad that they didn't invite me. I was angry too. I'm thinking my anger in this dream could be the cause of the horrible nightmare part towards the end. So, I had not even met this policeman and my mom sees my anger and finally invites me. But I wanted to meet the policeman when I felt like I was supposed to be there. So the policeman started walking out from a restroom on the side of the building. I had my chance to meet him, but it was something about feeling like I was intruding instead of being "rightfully" invited, and meeting this policeman, that agitated me. LIke, I wanted to meet him when I felt in the right position or something. So, I felt agitated and then angry and kindof stormed off into the building (my sister and brother's-in-law house). I remember looking back and seeing the policeman with a smile; like my Mom had talked alot of good things about me to him and he wanted to meet me. So, when I walked off I felt a little sad. So in anger I walked into my sister's house. My brother-in-law was already there. My sister ran after me, but I locked the door. So I walked into the back room. It was a bedroom with a yellow tint. For some reason, I was working on this project (which is the project that leads to the nightmare, I will describe in minute) and I got my brother-in-law to help me. He's very jovial, so he was happy to hellp. The reason that he helped me was because I asked him because I was in a hurry. I had only three hours to do this. I find this funny because right now I have only two hours to finish my math homework. Before I went to sleep I set the alarm so I could finish my math homework; so the dream must be related; I felt rushed. Now the project was... well it was on a computer for some wierd reason. I don't know when it started happening, but this creepy voice started talking to me. Of course, it was the typical demon-like voice. Just scratchy and low. It said, "We will build the perfect (Aryan) race." I am not a fan of hitler, and I am not racist. The only connection I can find with the Aryan thing (it's in paranthesis because the voice didn't actually say it, but I was thinking of it) is that I like WW2. WW2 was the biggest war in history... so... right. Ok, I'm taking alot of room here. So we finish this thing and I don't know if it's my brother-in-law, or just some other person, but we finally create this "perfect race"... but the race wasn't human... it was downright demonic. They were white creatures, with fangs I'm sure. I don't have much more of a physical description; that's all I remember. But the purpose of this race was to... I don't know kill everyone. That's what the plan was; I remember, to kill and mass murder everyone. And this race was fast too; they could go as fast as lightning too and kill anyone without anyone else seeing because they were that fast. Here's the thing, I wasn't one that was being threatened by this race, I was one of the people (or demons really), of this race. There was only one other person that was apart of this race. We were together on sides against the whole population. He was talking to me in that
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What kind of dog(s) do you have, what are their names, and how old? What did you and your dog do today? What was the weather like today? Where did you go? Was it a typical day? What did your dog eat? Did your dog get any new toys or bones today? How do you think your dog would rate today on a scale of 1-10, 10 being woof-derful and 1 being a little ruff. :-) I have 1 dog- a female Beagle mix named Jade. She is 9 months old. We spent the last 11 days at my parents house and just got back last night. Today I think Jade was a little worn out after playing hard with my parents dog for the past week. The temps were in the teens today, so we went for a quick 40 minute walk to the park. I always let her run around off leash in a huge field for 10 min. I think this helped warm her up a little. The rest of the day we have just been layin around on the couch lol. She ate Kirkland's Lamb and Rice Kibble for breakfast and dinner. She has also eaten a lot of homemade treats every time she potty's and she got a special homemade doggy icecream treat. No new toys today...yet. I am going to get her some more as she has torn apart all of her old toys and has none left :-) My dog is very happy-go-lucky so even though we didn't go on a long walk I think she would rate it an 8.
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She's nearly out of control, she back chats, kicks, punches, sulks, doesn't pay attention or listen to either of us. We've tried disciplining her, smacking is useless, she's got a naughty corner but continues to misbehave while there, we ground her from doing fun things, she just keeps wanting to do them as if she has no understanding of what being banned from doing something means. She refuses to eat vegetables at all, even feeding her she will spit it out or just not open her mouth. She'll also ask for something and then not actually eat it "I don't like it" being a typical response (we can't afford the constant waste or the issues not eating a balanced diet is causing). She also torments the cat constantly despite being told to leave her be, as the cat can't get away she often turns around and fights back. We try to keep her entertained, however we've had to take her art supplies away as her bedroom winds up looking like a Picasso every time she goes in there. She's been banned from her DS following extreme bad behaviour last fortnight which was followed up by more bad behaviour extending the ban another week. She does get to play with us, and play outside, and gets to watch movies with the family, visit friends, play in the park, etc. She shouldn't be bored though, we do still let her colour and draw out here despite the fact if you turn your back she'll draw all over herself, and her toys. We're considering we might need her evaluated by a shrink. However we're looking for alternatives before going after a referral. Please understand this is my adoptive daughter, up until my partner got pregnant to me with our son she was still living at home at the age of 30 with her mother and younger sister undermining her authority at every turn. When they were meant to come down and visit her mother and sister even tried to drag the daughter away to Sea World claiming they'd known nothing of my partner's plans to come down. It's a big mess and probably has a lot to do with the current situation but after the time they've been here (6 months so far), I would have expected the situation to improve not get worse.She's nearly as bad at school once she gets used to the teacher.
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First of all, I love where I live, it's a nice, quiet, clean apartment complex. About 3 months ago a guy in his mid 20's and his mom moved into the apt across from me(Our doors face each other, and we share a walkway to the parking lot). Well, his mom apparently doesn't live there anymore. I don't talk to him, just the casual Hi, or smile. So, how do I know he's a Nazi?....... He leaves his curtains open most days and there is a very visible Nazi flag hanging in his living room, and his bedroom. It made me suspicious but what could I do, he seemed decent when I saw him, and his mom was still living there(kinda made me wonder more about her). She no longer lives there now. Lately, the times I've seen him, he's been wearing the typical American Nazi 'uniform'. (http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/51358840/Reportage) <---just like this, except his flag is on display in his living room. The other night he and I got home at the same time and he was wearing a bright red sweatshirt with a large swastika on the front. I could tell he tried to move a box he was holding so I wouldn't see the symbol, but I did see it. He also has a large '1488' sticker on the back of his car, meaning-->(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fourteen_Words). My thoughts: I love the first amendment and most of me respects his right to show his beliefs. But there is a part of me that is disgusted by what he stands for. As a Mexican/Italian(dark skin, and sometimes get mistaken for an Indian) I am very concerned. I don't talk to him because I don't think I'd have much else to talk about, and I'm not sure how he'd react to me as a non-white or asking questions about the issue. Has anyone out there been in a similar situation? Have any advice/thoughts? Am I over-reacting to this? Just trying to ask my friends and others what they think about it.
My apartment neighbor is a Nazi, should I try to move to a different unit?
Note: Now I know a lot of you HATE teen vampire stories, but please don't give up on me just yet. This will not be your typical vampire story, and the vampires in this story are not like the ones from Twilight. Also this is not a love story and the plot is in no way related to Twilight, I just think vampires have a lot of potential as characters in a story, so please do not stop reading this because you think it is like Twilight, the only similarities are first person and the fact that they include vampires. Also, this is only the first half of Chapter One and I would just like to see if you like my style of writing so far. Chapter One: A Peaceful Death. I sighed as my heart raced heavily in my chest, beating aggressively as though it was fighting to keep me alive, I looked around, but I could see nothing in the sheer darkness of the park I was in, I lay under the tall trees and tried to scream for help, but I had no energy in me to make a sound, instead I had to lie there, as I felt my life drain away with the blood that was running down my neck. I had no idea what was happening to me, just moments ago I was well, but now I felt as though my soul was leaving my body, I could feel all the pain from the wound on my neck leaving me, as everything around me seemed to fade away, I was losing the fight for my life, what I expected now was a bright light, and my soul to be pulled towards it, maybe now I would go to Heaven, and see my grandmother again, the thought of being able to be with the people I had lost was enough to make me pleased about dying, for right now, everything seemed peaceful, I had always feared death, and I expected it to be something terrifying, but it was not, I was not afraid. They say we fear death because we fear what we don't understand, the unknown. But right now, I realised there was nothing to fear, and maybe, this could even be seen as a beautiful moment, my life wasn't so great, and I weren't leaving much behind, I knew I would miss my family…but I would see them again, right? Everyone dies, and they will also, one day, so I would be reunited with them. But I was still conscious, just no longer in agony, no longer in pain, in fact I could feel nothing, and due to the darkness, I could see nothing either, it was like I was nowhere, it was like I was nothing, the only thing I could hear was my own thoughts, racing through my head, thinking about what was going on. And the calm state that my mind was in for a moment, was suddenly shattered with sudden fear, I panicked as I wondered where the bright light was, and what I was waiting for, I was alone, in the darkness, with no feeling, no sound, maybe this was it, maybe this was death, I hoped not, but I began to believe this was, and this was scary, this was exactly what I used to fear when I had nightmares, dying, and all that there being was darkness, stretching on forever, and being alone. I tried to scream, but it seemed as thought I had no control over my body, in fact, I wasn't even sure if I had a body anymore, if I was dead, then I died looking up, lying on the damp grass, so I couldn't see any part of my body anyway, I couldn't move or feel, this was not Heaven, no, if anything I would call this Hell, being in this state forever, it was like being paralyzed in a never ending darkness. It was then that my own thoughts began to get quieter and quieter, I could not understand what was going on, I tried to keep thinking, as loudly in my head as I could, but as time passed, if time even passed wherever I was that is, it seemed like it was getting more difficult to think, as though I was drifting to sleep, becoming part of the nothingness around me…
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Oh, I hardly know where to start. Basically this has to do with my boyfriend and the way he makes me feel. I feel so trapped in my relationship right now. My boyfriend doesn't show me any affection during a typical day and we go without kissing each other for days at a time. Whenever "I love you's" are exchanged it's because I say it first. I used to have such a strong personality but now I feel apathetic about life, and my mother has said that something about me has changed. While my boyfriend works I sit at home on the computer and that's pretty much my day until he gets home and turns on the TV. I really love to go out and do things, little things like go out and get a hot chocolate or walk the dog in the park or even just drive around, but he doesn't like going out and would rather sit at home and watch TV. He is considerably older than me, and maybe that's why I feel so trapped and isolated. We argue a lot and it's usually about mundane things, like putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when I'm done with them or who I talk to online. He talks down to me and I used to stand up and tell him that I don't like it when he does that to me, but now I've resorted to calmly telling him that he hurts my feelings when he does that. He doesn't care how hurt I get and he shows it. Our sex life has dried up and pretty much the only thing keeping me here is the fact that I have nowhere else to go. We don't even sleep in the same room anymore. I feel depressed and hopeless often. I see my friends once every three months or so and I don't have any friends where I live. I moved in with him in a different town, far away from my family, whom I have seen only twice this year. The computer is really the only way I keep in touch with anyone and sometimes he yells at me for being on it so much. I don't have much else... I just don't know what to do.Oh man! I'm amazed that I was able to get so many good responses so quickly! Thank you all so much. On one hand we can get along really great, but sometimes he just gets so hurtful that I can't believe he doesn't realize what he's doing. And right now I don't think that my parents can handle me moving back in with them... Maybe, but I'm not sure...
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alright so i have a few stories to share, i was wondering if u think we were being haunted and what kind? ok so story#1. I was told to take the garbage out so i gathered it up and went down the back stairs (which i hated becuz those stairs connected to our basment which i hated deeply because everytime i would pass there or go down there a feeling of like.. scared..ness.. would over whelm me) and out the back door. we didnt have a garage, jusst a grvael lo for a parking lot and u had to go past all that gravel to get to the garbage can and this was right by the alley. i looked up and i saw a girl, maybe 13 or 14, sitting in the frnt seat of my moms car watching and staring at me. it was kind of dark out so i got a little closer not really relizing what i saw and making sure that what i saw was real. as i got closer, it got clearer and clearer. and she was the typical creepy looking ghost girl, very pale, long black hair, dark undereye circles and no sign of emotion. so i scream and ran back in the house. my mom said he car was locked and we had an alarm system and the next day her car was still there, everything as she left it, no sign of anything ever even being there. #2. my mom woke up sometime around 5 in the moring her normal time to go to the bathroom and statt getting ready, so on, and while she was getting ready, she heard sobbing, like sobbing as if your parents both died in a planecrash or something and she checked in my sisters room and mine and called up stairs where my sister, her boyfriend, and her roomate lived but they didnt answer for a long time. later that day my sister said no one was crying but my mom said it sounded like it was comming from upstairs and not outside or anything. #3. my sister would always see the same girl i saw walking around upstairs, and find later her stuff would be moved and no one would be there the whole day and she knew it wasnt her. she would hear footsteps, crying, humming, doors being closed. #4. i would feel scared for a short period of time for no reason, doors closing, scratching, knocks on things like my closet door. my friend was there one time and was gettng really freaked out saying she was scared for no reason and we would often think we saw someone in the hall watching us. so thanks for reading all of this, and i just wanted to know if u think we were haunted and what kind of haunting. theres not really many story, but the doors being closed, tapping and scratching, humming and crying, things like that would happen repeatedly.
do u think we were being haunted (stories)?
When I look at my friends and their relationships, I see holding hands in the hall, sitting in his car in the school parking lot talking, movie nights and going out to dinner and silly little fights and break ups that are painful but easy to move on from, I want this but after my relationship with this one guy, I don't know that I will ever have that. I belive My feelings for this guy were far more than highschool puppy love. I lost my virginity to him at a young age, and ever since then, we have been playing cat and mouse. our relationship is insanly disfunctional, there is so much lieing and betrayal but no matter how bad and physical our fights get or how bad I hate him, I know deep down I will never love anyone like this ever again. its like he knows every thought that runs through my head, he sees I'm miserable without him. He isn't like other 17 year old boys, he is so mature in so many ways but so immature in others, his family has disowned him so he is forced to care for himself, which makes him wiser and more mature than anyone I know, but he has major anger issues and drinking problems I admire him and love him so much but at the same time I hate his guts, the person he is, the stealing from others, the cheating. I don't even know that he cares for himself anymore... He is kicked out of school, so I'll never hold is hand in the hall, or show him off in the parking lot, or cheer for him at a football game, and this kills me. I'm forced to sneak out to see him and we usually just fight and have makeup sex. I mean don't get me wrong, we have those passionate coupley moments, where his arm is around me and I know he wouldn't wanna be anywhere else right now, the typical giving me his jacket thing and not to mention his overprotectivness around other guys, those moments are the best in my life, but they are rare. I feel like I'm too young to be in such a relationship and have these kind of feelings, we are miserable but inseperable. No highschool boy is ever going to amount to this, I'll never be able to feel for anyone like I feel for him, everyone else is boring compared to him and I know my feelings will easily fade for anyone else so I literally cannot open up to anyone else what do I do? is this normal for a 17 year old relationship? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Update: I'm not sayin he has ever hit me, becuase he hasnt. he walks away before it gets that bad. we have been playing this game for 4 years, belive me, I want out, I want normal but I just can't leave him, I break every time he comes back to me.im sorry Holly, I don't think you understand. I have been with other guys on one of our many "breaks" i've had the holding hands in the hall blah blah, but it didn't feel right and i end up hurting people and running back to him, I want that normal highschool boyfriend thing, but i want it with him.
Is this a normal relationship for 17 year olds?
Fiction: I met him in Science. "Einstein sure had a brain," he said in what I thought was a German accent. "Yeah." "Bill Gates has a big one, too." "Yeah." "Stephen Hawking." "You really like Science, don't you?" "No, I just look up to those guys for their brains. The way they think, you know? I guess I just value intelligence," he smiled. "I'm not really the person to talk to then." "Oh, but you have Steve Urkle on your binder." "You're drooling," I pointed out. "Yeah, I'm just hungry. Cool binder, though." "Alex Pardee did that." "Yeah, I know the name. I'm an artist." "Me too. I don't know anyone else that comes to class so late with so many excuses and hasn't been marked absent." "Yeah, I like to paint. You should see my car." "You painted your car?" He smiled crookedly as the bell rang. "Well, I guess it's time for lunch." I was fixated on him the moment I entered the cafeteria. He sat there talking about rap music with his friends. Their mannerisms isolated them from the other kids in the school. The moment he caught me looking at him I felt my cheeks turn into flame at the intensity of his gaze. I saw a lot of myself in him. He had bags beneath his eyes that suggested some intense insomnia. Other than that, his face was a clawed as a homeless mans after a few bar fights. Stitches traced every outline of his pale, dry skin. He made Michael Jackson look tan. I bet a planet eons away spotted him in the sky and referred to him as their own constellation for the way he glowed. I remember rumors circulating around the school about a family that moved from the slums of Detroit. He asked if I wanted to hang out Saturday. I didn't see why not, so I accepted. I forgot I had to babysit that night and didn't answer the door. Not really. I called him. We were took our turns inquiring about each other casually, building up comfort, and exchanging jokes. By the end of the call, silence found it's way in. "Oh, are you still there?" "Sorry, you had me in stitches," he said, as the sound of static popping in the background distorted his voice. Did his stitches really break off? "I guess." "It was the card joke....the one about the spades" "Oh." "Can't say I like spades much," he mused, more to himself than anything. "Cool?" He showed up Saturday just as planned. It was the typical clunker from the 80's that had a dented door that most parents, despite popular teen movies where the teens have new cars, give their teens when they're learning to drive. The only thing about this car is that it was originally a bright neon green, but now it had red splatter paint all over it. It looked like something fat rolled up and died on it. I stared at his car and just asked, "Why?" "I thought it came out nice." "I don't think you did," I mumbled. "What was that?" "Hm?" His car stank. I thought it was rotting. "You got something in the back there dying?" I joked. "Probably just roadkill," he smiled. "So, the park, or the movies?" "I'll flip a coin. You call it." "Oh, I'm pretty satisfied with heads." We ended up on the swings at the park. After jumping off, we looked at the stars, and he said, "You know, I've really felt some amazing things the last few weeks with you." "Show me your tongue!" "What?!" "I want to see if the Razzles kicked in." "I'm not going to show you my tongue." He did anyway. "Yeah, you can put it back in now." It looked like stone. He took my hand and I thought stroking sandpaper would be softer. "Oh, yeah, sometimes the playground makes my hand crusty and red," he said, as he caught my expression. "Dry skin." "Mhm." We went back to the car both intoxicated by the evening's events. He was articulate, appreciated intelligence, was humble, and mature. He was everything I wanted in anyone. I was too dumbfounded by how amazing he was to really think or talk coherently. I stumbled opening the door for a few minutes. "Sorry, I'm so Razzle-Dazzled out," as I stalled opening the door. How do you do this again? "Do I Razzle you?" he said, as flashed a crooked smile. I thought he needed to visit the dentist, but I didn't say anything. He had a homeless man's smile too. His eyes were glowing. In the dark, he didn't look so scarred and tired as he did in the day. In fact, he was rather handsome, or maybe it was just my emotions warming up to him? As soon I climbed in, the music came on. "The Grateful Dead!" I exclaimed. "You like them?" "Yeah, they're not bad." "I like Buried Alive better." "Who else do you like?" "Burnt by the Sun, Burn the Priest, Bloodbath, Rob Zombie, Dropdead, Hollywood Undead, the Beatles. I'll admit Hannah Montanna is catchy." "Uh, lots of deads there, Brian." "Well, I guess Hannah Montanna is pale in comparison." "Yeah, I have the same middle name as the drummer in Bloodbath." "What's that?"Brian Zachary Omi? Brian Z. Omi? What do I call you?" "Just Brian is fine. What about you?" I told him my name. "What a night tonight is," he said, appreciating the full moon and the stars. "You mean was?" "Well, the night's only beginning for me. I'm pretty nocturnal," he pointed to the bags beneath his eyes. "I suppose it's nice. Sorry, I'm a bit of a deadbeat tonight." "Oh, I know how it is. I never felt more alive." We ended up pulling in front of my house earlier than planned. "Well, I guess this is it," I said. "See you tomorrow? Or tonight if you want..." he grinned. "Sure." "I wish I could take a part of you home," as he stared me in the eyes, or my eyebrows? My forehead? "Will my heart work?" "Sure does." "We should see a movie." "How about the Corpse Bride?" "We'll see." I went to get out. "By the way -," he called out, "I always liked you for your mind." I smiled and went inside. Brian Z. Omi was a stiff. Edit: Had to cut some parts out. He's a zombie.
