A Drunk Meth-Head Murders a Wife and a Daughter. When Will the Stupid Foolishness Murder Ever Stop? By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 A Drunk Meth-Head Murders a Wife and a Daughter.

 When Will the Stupid Foolishness Murder Ever Stop?

 By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr!

 March 6, 2018


 Today, I was traveling south on a major US highway, when I decided to exit the highway to buy a few needed things at a store.  I did not really need or want to go into that store, but it was a gut feeling that I should go there.  It was a beautiful day too.  The sun kept the air warm, and the sky was so light blue that it could be believed that everyone was enjoying the remarkable weather for such a winter’s day, even in California, USA.  And yet, for a least one man, it was not a beautiful day, even if he needed the good weather to help him get to Tucson Arizona.

 Just the night before, he was sleeping in his sleeping bag, somewhere in nature’s outdoors when he swung his arm around his wife Tara who was sleeping next to him, in their bed, just as they had done for over ten years of marriage.  But his hand hit a patch of dirt, and so he awoke from his dream.  She was never going to be alive ever again to be next to her husband.  And Heru would never again swing his arm around his wife.  And her husband Heru would have to learn to live without her for the rest of his life, except with the pain in his heart, always there, lingering in his mind, with the memories of their life together.  The tears rolled from his eyes, and in the grand miracle of the living earth he was still alone just like he was from December 17, 2017, when he learned that his wife Tara and daughter Cassandra  had been killed, and therefore murdered by a drunk meth-head who had a heart attack while he was driving his Ford 350 pickup truck, after a night of drinking and taking meth and other drugs too.

 Heru was sitting on the black tar on the off exit to a highway, hitchhiking for a ride with his thump high in the air.  I have not seen a hitchhiker for years, but I have seen a movie, “Into The Wild.” and I have been reading the book, “Into The Wild.” about a true story of a hitchhiker who had no family at all, but who traveled the with his thump up in the air too.  He too was an interesting character for a movie and for a book.  I decided to pull over partly because of the movie and book, but partly because I am a nice guy who likes helping people whenever I can help someone in need, even in the smallest possible way.  I learned that he had been sitting there on that black tar for a few hours, waiting for someone to give him a ride south.

 So Heru started telling me his story after I gave him a bottle of water to drink.  His huge backpack was in the back seat of my car, and the traffic was a bit crazy because, for some reason, some people think that they can drive like race car drivers on American highways.  Maybe that is what the drunk meth-head druggie driver thought when he started to drive with so much alcohol and meth and other drugs inside his biological body that his heart had decided to stop pumping blood throughout his body as he was driving his Ford 350 pickup truck down a very long highway.  Which lead to that driver dying in his Ford 350 pickup truck as it swerved off the highway and directly into the path of a chevy neon car with two living human beings who were also enjoying the weather, and who had no idea that their futures lives would be stopped in an instant after they saw the Ford 350 pickup truck heading directly into their car.  Who knows what the mother and daughter were thinking when they knew that they were about to be in a major car accident, and when they also thought that they were going to die too.

 The drunk meth-head druggie did not give a damn about killing and murdering anyone when he started to drink beer or whatever, and take some meth and other drugs and then step into has fancy and expensive to big of a truck and drive down the road.  And he did not care when he had a heart attack and when his truck swayed over the grass into the other side of the highway.  He was already almost dead so he would not have to live with his decision and memories of killing and murdering normal people who happened to be mother and daughter, and a wife too. But because his Ford 350 pickup truck slammed so hard into the tiny chevy neon car, at just the correct angle, the truck flipped over the car, causing the driver with a self-induced heart attack to instantly break his own neck and die too.

 I was still driving my car when he told me the story, but I had to turn my head towards him to see his face.  I wanted to look at the face of sadness.  There was so much sadness in his face that the sadness was embedded into his skin.  His redden swollen eyes were worn out from his crying in his moments alone on the road and in nature too.  Of course, my mind went into overdrive to give him some advice, but I was really thinking out loud to myself because I have ‘lost’ loved ones to death too, as everyone who is still living will experience one day or another.  The emotional pain will always be there, and it might never go away completely because living human beings have to go on with their lives because they have no choice but to go on with their earthly lives.  The mental pain will slowly lessen and maybe even stop.  But the memories will never stop.  Heru’s memories of his wife and daughter will never go away, like money in a bank’s savings account.

 What should go away is those human beings who think that they can drive drunk or even combine drinking with other drugs and get into a car or a massive truck and kill and murder innocent people.  There are so many laws to stop drunken drivers, etc. and there are even lots of police who try to catch those drunken drivers on drugs who think that their brains can withstand the effects of alcohol and drugs.  But there are so many stupid human beings on earth that do not care if they kill and murder other human beings with their cars and trucks.  Even that is sad!

 A semi-truck driver saw that I was buying Heru some food and drink at a trucker’s gas station stop.  He walks over to us who were sitting at a table eating a sandwich and drinking some soda.  He offered to buy Heru a shower with credits on his gas card.  Heru was so happy to be able to take a shower that he walked off rather quickly because his shower number was being called over the intercom system in the trucker’s gas station.  He waved goodbye to me with that still sad look on his face.  I will never ever forget the sadness on his face.  And neither should anyone who decides to drive a car or a truck with alcohol and drugs in their system.

 I know that Heru washed his body from the sweat and the dirt from living off the road and the land as he hitchhiked to wherever he was going.  But really, I wish he could wash away the painful memories of the lives of his wife and his daughter that were taken away from earth to soon, and that was taken away from him too soon too.  But I do not think a million showers could ever erase his painful memories of losing his wife and daughter to a drunk driver who was also on drugs.

Nor will the countless other people on earth who have lost their loved ones to the same stupid foolishness of driving drunk and on drugs.  If those stupid foolish drunk and druggie drivers saw how people cry in their showers to hide their tears from the world, then maybe they would stop their stupid and foolish driving drunk and on drugs.  But in reality, they will never stop, and neither will the tears of those people who have to live with their painful memories of their loss of their loved ones.