My hands shake as I write this so sorry for spelling. My mom had a friend, his name was John Velandra. He was a great man and he was my friend.

On Wednesday he was killed.

I didn't get the news until today, as I was on vacation.

Man dead in Fayetteville police chase; suspect on the run :: WRAL.com

Let me make this perfectly clear to you more thick headed guys out ther:

THIS. PIECE. OF. SCUM. KILLED. MY. FRIEND.

I want nothing more than for him to be executed by my hand. For the judge to tie him to the middle of the street and give me the keys.

But the peice of S@#$ runs. They better find him.

I'm gone. I don't feel like staying here for now. I will be back, hopefully. Not now.

I don't care if you think I'm fake. I don't care if you think I'm lying. I don't care if I'm being overdramatic.

I will see you again one day.....good day......