Today Cody came into camp.
Cody is a girl.
Her nephew was murdered on the Fourth of July. Let freedom ring.
I don’t mean to spend all of the time talking on this blog about murder. I know that it is a morbid subject, but I like to talk about life. And here in Camden, murder is a part of life. It is a thing that people around here have to get used to. I’m not sure how they do it. I mean murder is not like a baseball game, you don’t get used to murder.