On the day of your 18th birthday when you opened my present(two backstage tickets to Kid Rock)you said i was your favorite brother. I took that as a complement. On the night of the concert we were backstage, Kid Rock was already performing. This guy from out of nowhere grabbed you by the neck and said," You do what I want you to do there won't be any harm." The guy said he wanted $50,000 by the end of the night. I asked for some privacy to go use the bathroom and the guy said yes. The fist thing I did when I got to the bathroom was call the police, because the guy didn't know i had a cellphone. Then I called my parents. They saod they would have fifty grand before midnight. When we heard the police sirens the guy freaked out. He pushed you away pulled the gun out and was about to shoot. I jumped in front of the bullet. Complete impact to the heart. I was dead. That was the sad day of murder.
The Day of Murder
May 14, 2010