When you look at him
You see a violent man ready to attack.
When I look at him
I see the guy who carried me around Disney World on his shoulders.
When you look at him
You see a possible drug distributor in the state of Florida.
When I look at him
I see the guy who LARPs in his front yard with his friends.
When you look at him
You see a ****.
When I look at him
I see the guy who held my hand before I got on my first rollercoaster to comfort me.
When you look at him
You see the man you shot because he, "charged."
When I look at him
I see an innocent man killed in cold blood.
When you look at him
You see suspect white male early 20s wearing basketball shorts and a tshirt.
When I look at him
I see Derek Cruice.
RIP old friend...