A long time ago my neighbors daughter who I had watched grow up , taught her how to swim in my pool, went the wrong way into drugs, they found her dead beside a dumpster in a housing project, attending the furnel I started talking to the mortician, they had not opened the casket, he told me its a shame she was beaten to death, after the burial, I informed myself about the case, I had a friend who was a captain in the vice squad, he said they knew it was her pimp but didn"t have enough evidence, I went home loaded up my Ithach riot gun with flechetts sharpened my fairbain knife, put them in my truck and went to my neighbors house and asked him to come outside, I told lets go take care of that SOB, he looked at me and said words I"ll never forget ( I don"t want to get in trouble) I walked away thinking what kind of father is he I came back home and cried and got drunk by the pool where I had taught her how to swim. The old cajun