One thing I do know is that Kate Fullerton got a dog out of that whole mess. Her family said she had some kind of stress disorder after seeing her dad put a load of shot into Wayne’s ass, and insurance paid for her to get a therapy dog. She took it to school and everything, and got to pet it whenever she was feeling sad, and all I could think was I’d wanted a dog my whole life and we never could afford one. Maybe I’ll get a therapy dog out of this whole mess. Good thing I don’t have one now though, ’cause I’d eat it.
