"Wasn't he a criminal?"

"No. He was a thief."

"Whats the difference?"

Gotta love family dinners, this is what we end up talking about. Just in case you were wondering (I know you were) it was my dad that made the brillant observation that a thief wasn't a criminal....We decided to leave that one alone.

I think its probably a good thing my dad is closing up the business for christmas tomorrow. I think anymore stress and work and he'd blow up.

On a sadder, stranger note, there is more evidence in that death I mentioned a couple days ago. The 23/24 year old guy who was found dead scarily close to our house. Aparently he and another guy who my sis knows, were seeing the same girl. The now dead guy was followed to the house by the other guy. All evidence right now is pointing towards that. My sister is really torn up about it cause the guy who could be guilty of murder was a friend of hers a few years back and she doens't want to believe he did it. What makes it believable is that both guys were drunk and most likely high at the time.

Over a girl...damn

Crime is just getting worse and worse here. Someone at my dad's shop was telling him how he heard that a care full of young guys crashed into an elderly man's car. It was young guys' fault but they were threatening to beat the old guy up. The old guy pulled out a gun and had to hold them at gunshot until the police came.

They were going to beat him up simply because THEY'D crashed into him and he wanted to know if they had insurance....fuck...messed up.

More and more stories like those going round now. I hate it. I don't want to think about it. I don't. But then someone dies and it hits ya. I mean, we hear these stories, these murders, all the time now. The murder count here is nearly double from last year. But I guess even my sis and bro never took it seriously till that young guy died. He was 24. He didn't deserve to die.

And all I can think when we hear about people getting beat up at clubs and mugged and stabbed is, it coulda been my bro or his friends. My sis or her friends. Me or my friends.

And all I can think when we hear about robberies in the area: When will it be our turn? Or grandma's?

I think I could deal with it if it were our house, chances are we wouldn't be in. But if it was Grandma, hell I'd beat those motherfuckers up myself if they hurt her.

...I'm scared...and it pisses me off that there is a reason I should be scared. I live on a such a small island..if we all can't get along here, what the hell chance does the world have?