Death of a dear friend

I hadn't been in touch with Derek Orchard since high school. I found out today he was killed last week in what can only be described as a Bonfire of the Vanities calamity. Bad neighborhood, wrong exit... Two kids, 18 and 19, were there with one goal: steal the Honda. They killed Derek as an afterthought, then lied to police, claiming Derek was there to buy drugs. Then the incompetent local newspaper ran a sensationalist story implying the perpetrator's story had some sort of credibility to it.

With all the shitty journalism I've endured since the First Amendment has all but turned into invisible ink, I've not been so livid until now. Not only did one of the most exceptionally genuine, kind-hearted people on this earth get murdered in an agonizingly senseless manner, but the press besmirched his name with their idiotic lust for scandal in their otherwise mundane world. Shame on them. Reporting lies is worse than treason. It leads to a world based on lies, which is unacceptable.