Is PA becoming the next Florida? Why would someone blow up their nice house in a nice neighborhood? The exact hour of their daughters wedding? And kill themselves?
Man blows up his house on daughters wedding day
Was his daughter miscegenating the family genes or something?
>suicide
been thinking bout it alot lately. blowing yourself up seems effective
She married a nigger didn't she?
BASED AF
I've heard (so might be bullshit) about a bitter boomer who hated his family, and prior to committing suicide did extensive water damages to his house just to spite his heirs.
100% this has to be the case
> marry a black
> father goes missing
He read the ULTIMATE AND FINAL KEK post and realised it was all true
Sonds a lot as basketball american yes.
>Police said they had been to the residence before for domestic issues relating to mental illness.
definitely from Jow Forums
>314 Harlow Street
>Edgewood, PA
triblive.com
Who lives here? Can we find the wedding invitation online?
“Mental Illness”
>Thomas Szasz (1920-2012) maintained that, unlike true diseases of the brain and body, mental illness is a destructive social construct that medicalizes living and deprives people of their dignity. According to Szasz, medication, hospitalization and mandated psychotherapy are little more than coercive, dignity-reducing forms of clinical practice.
szasz.com
Post-Gazette says it’s Garland street.
>Why would someone blow up their nice house in a nice neighborhood? The exact hour of their daughters wedding? And kill themselves?
maybe he just thought about this logically
His white daughter married a Black.
What was the premise to his thinking?
I think his name was John Evans and lived at 318 Garland St. Edgewood, PA. His daughter may be a Shawna.
fuck if only. it would make my day
That or she married another woman
Eh, don't fuck other peoples lives up just because you want to an hero. Best not do it at all imo.
Fuck me it's contagious
Fpbp
“Love ” by Charles Bukowski
love, he said, gas
kiss me off
kiss my lips
kiss my hair
my fingers
my eyes my brain
make me forget
love, he said, gas
he had a room on the 3rd floor,
rejected by a dozen women
35 editors
and half a dozen hiring agencies,
now I’m not saying he was any
good
he turned on all the jets
without lighting them
and went to bed
some hours later a guy on his
way to room 309
lit a cigar in the
hall
and a sofa flew out the window
one wall shivered down like wet sand
a purple flame waved 40 feet high in the air
the guy in bed
didn’t know or care
but I’d have to say
he was pretty good
that day.
it was 314 garland owned by a casey capriotti, her father was likely anthony capriotti.
facejew.com/casey.vickers.94