My friend, Walt, a murder statistic pictures

Walt's story in the paper

The internet freed him from the restrictions of his mental illness. He became a person because of his small network of friends on line and I am glad to say for over 12 years I was one of them that helped him become more whole.

However, the irony is not lost to me that indeed his paranoia turned out to be true - there were people out to get him and, in this case, out to get him for the money I honestly never ever knew he had. Walt was a millionaire?? I never had any idea. He didn't live or spend like one.

The son is ratting out the mother at the moment.

Mom has a lawyer and is not talking.

Edit: I changed a lot of this around this morning. I am not a death penalty person, but this a.m. I woke up feeling like one.

The dog is Heidi who died in 2007. I'll go into why I included her later.