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Maybe I have already, the next post on My Life will relate to a 40 year old unsolved murder.

Sadly common where I'm from too. 'Indian' was reported by police to have committed suicide by shooting himself in the heart with a lever action rifle, twice. Pretty tough dude, and highly committed to dying, eh? He had just secured a kilo of cocaine (a lot for the village I was raised in, and many folks I knew were investors) before he died, and suddenly the cops were selling cocaine out of the police station.

Very coincidental, much serendipity. So profitable!

I moved to another town and off the island shortly thereafter. Shit was getting real.