I’m always sad to see someone die. Death stinks. It smells quite awful. So I cannot gloat over the death of Heather Crowe.
We had our differences. She stole my freedom. She claims my freedom killed her.
Good bye. You were not a worthy enemy but I forgive you. They’ll make a martyr out of you but I see a shill. I hope your death has more dignity than your life.
I hope they don’t smoke in Hell.



