Post by walkingtimebomb on Jul 25, 2003 5:36:59 GMT -5
I am someone who has been through a terrible tragedy and need help from someone who can possibly relate to what I have/am experienced/ing. First let me say that I have just been through one of the worst multi homicides possibly in history. Before I get into what happened I want to tell you about me, my so called family, and my life so that maybe you will understand my situation a little better. I also apologize beforehand for this possibly being a very long post and my foul language but after you read what I have written I hope you understand. I am 35 and was raised in Chicago. I lived with my grandmother, my brother and my sister in law. My immediate former family now consists of my uncle, whom is retired now, but used to represent several very high ranking members of Organized Crime here and in Vegas for years, my cousin who is a piece of nuts Judge who uses drugs, not to mention owes me five grand. Then there is my cousin whom is a tv producer who I never had a bad thing to say about up until now and my late brothers divorced wife who has become a drunk and accussed me of getting $150,000 insurance money.Truth of the matter is my brother didnt have any insurance. I being the different one opted to go the other way and started getting into trouble at an early age but the trouble didnt really start until 1996 when I was dealing drugs. I had been selling drugs for about 4 years. In 1996 I got into a bad situation where the guy who I usually got me my drugs slipped me soap powder and the guy who was buying it lost his money. Needless to say he was pissed and decided to hold me hostage. I using my head call my cousin who at the time was an attorney and tell him and before you know it the SWAT team kicks in the door and lock all of us up. I got caught with a 1/2 a kilo of soap powder, not funny at the time because I was locked up. , so now I got legal issues not to mention law enforcement watching me. None the less, now my State Police records reads arrested for drug manufacturing and intent to distribute. Not good.Now since I was in the criminal life I had weapons, not to mention I was introduced to them early in life as my brother was a green beret in the army. Not to mention I am a suvivalist and have read every kind of manual possible about survival, weapons and even explosives. Dont get me wrong I had no intentions on ever hurting anyone, just wanted to protect myself because of what I was into. I kept an assortment of weapons including machine guns which I got locked up for as well. After that I decided to give up the drug life and got into real estate. I still had my weapons of course because I have lived my life looking over my shoulder as the guy that got ripped off is still pissed. March 2001, I am at home and the Chicago Police tactical unit shows up at my house and ask to see all the weapons I have. Needless to say, I get carried off to jail again and my arsenal confiscated. Its not like I'm out here robbing and killing people. Im just a little over protective. The judge ends up putting me on probation for a year. It only gets worse. I own a three flat building and things have gotten so slow here in my industry that my building went into foreclosure. I ended up filing Chapter 13 in December.January 2 and 3rd, 2003.I had been painting all day and was painting up until about 5 in the morning January 3rd. I laid down to take a nap about 11 am finally. At 1:30 pm or so my son tries to wake me up and I can remember him saying the Police are at the door but I was so tired I thought I was dreaming so I told him dont answer it. Not 5 minutes later my phone starts ringing off the hook. My cousin who lives 2 doors down from my brother, my neice and my 2 year old great nephew, says get over there, theres an ambulance, fire truck and police there. I immediately think that maybe they got CO2 poisoning because the furnace was so old but when I arrived and saw the yellow tape I knew something was wrong. Did my brother kill somebody I thought? I must have immediately went into shock because everyone keeps telling me I ran through the tape and tried to get into the house. 10 minutes later, still not knowing what the hell is going on 2 detectives ask me who I am and before you know it I'm on my way to the homicide division. The weird part of this is that I was so f**ked up in the head and confused I didnt think twice as to why I was in this police station. I was greeted at the front door and my shoes, jacket and other stuff taken. Now mind you I still dont know whats going on. I go to the interrogation room and before you know it I am being asked questions as to when was the last time I saw my brother. After hours of being questioned about my whereabouts one detective finally tells me my brother, my neice(18), my nephew(2) and my neices boyfriend are all dead. Everyone was killed execution style. I was then visited by the FBI,the ATF and the DEA. Yes this got very ugly very fast but it only gets worse. During the interrogation I gave them permission to search my house because I had nothing to hide. Well during the search they found some old ammunition that had been here for years that I didnt even know was here. Anyway, they came to my house again early that morning again about 2 and blocked my street off from end to end and tried to get in but my fiancee, told them they had already been here once, this time they needed a search warrant. There were news crew everywhere. So now I am the labeled Scarface of the block and half my neighbors dont even speak, not to mention I have law enforcement living across the street from me eyeballing me all the time. Somewhere in the midst of all this I became the number one suspect due to my past criminal history.Aside from the fact that I dont have a family anymore I get charged with an ammo charge and am now being questioned in regards to my uncles involvement with Organized crime, my involvement if any,and other nuts that I knew anything about. As I am sitting in the IR my attorney shows up and calls my uncle who has my cousins of the phone as and these bastards had the nerve to ask me if I had anything to do with this.My own family asking me some nuts like that. When I get home 3 days later my kids are scared nutsless. My son(16)doesnt go to sleep until about 4 or 5 in the morning and sleeps with the blinds open in his room. I cant leave the room without my 5 year old daughter yelling my name and my son (8) does not go to sleep until everyone is home. Now me, I no longer sleep at night at all. I have to sleep when the sun is coming up and I dont sleep for long, 3,4 hours tops. I'm up sometimes for 2 to 3 days in a row.Now it gets even more serious.My brother had an Israeli made Uzi machine gun and whoever did this stole the gun. I was then asked by the FBI to come over to my brothers house and help them find info on the gun. I had to sift through blood and remains. There was blood all over the ceilings and walls and the floors. It was like something you see in a movie, but this nuts was real. Everything was and still is surreal. I still do not believe this has happened and I keep waiting on my family to come home.February 10, 2002.Again my phone is ringing. Now my fiancee tells me that the neighbor next door to my brother was found shot in the head a few minutes ago. As it turns out this same person kills another girl and shoots another guy. At this point the suspect is now the boy next door and he is on the loose with my brothers machine gun. You can not possibly imagine what I am feeling now.Eventually the boy checks into a motel 6 blocks away from me and committs suicide. Somehow I really feel like I got the short end of the stick. Like I got f**ked. He got the easy way out. Another guy who was his best friend has been arrested and is sitting in jail awaiting trial,and a third guy who is still loose,probably with the gun because it still has not been found.I now have become this other person. I dont trust anyone, always looking over my shoulder, and I have extremely severe anger most of the time. When I found out that this guy was locked up, for three weeks I plotted on killing this guys whole family one by one. I was gonna pick em off one by one, one every other day and I was gonna make it uglier than you could ever imagine. But I thought to myself I cant go kill this guys family, they havent done anything to me. I dont want to harm them and I really can not stand to lose what family I have by going to jail. 10 years ago, I wouldnt have cared. I would have killed them all, ate dinner, and smoked a joint.I now have this anger in me that I dont know what to do with or how to control it. I have so many emotions and stuff coming out of me that I never knew I had in me. Like I sit and think that if I could just get my hands on this guy I wouldnt even kill him. I would torture this guy to no avail. My mind has become very deranged. I actually had to check myself into the psych ward one night because I really felt like I wanted to kill somebody. I was diagnosed with severe depression, post traumatic stress disorder with homicidal tendencies. How does a guy like me end up with homicidal tendencies? This just isnt me or at least it wasnt. How do I deal with this. I can not get the images of my brother struggling and being shot, and my 2 year old nephew. What kind of sick son of a pregnant dog shoots a 2 year old in the face and then throws him in the corner like he's some piece of nuts.I need some help from someone who can relate with me on this. My fiancee doesnt know how to deal with me and neither do I. I have attached a link to articles. All emails gladly welcome at gysintl@yahoo.com.
abclocal.go.com/wls/news/010303_ns_fourkilled.html.I hope to hear from someone soon.Sincerely
abclocal.go.com/wls/news/010303_ns_fourkilled.html.I hope to hear from someone soon.Sincerely