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well. Then, when she began having sex and living with a crippled foreman who worked
at Oldsmobile, he snapped. Supposedly.
Personally, I never believed Rick was guilty. He was alleged to have come up
next to their car in the dark, pre-dawn hours of a Michigan winter morning on a snowy
road to make his attack. They said he rolled down his passenger window and used a bolt
action rifle to shoot the man three times, all while both cars were still moving on the icy
road. One shot, I might‟ve been able to buy it, but not three. It takes two hands to use a
bolt or lever action rifle. I know. I have one. It can‟t be done with one hand. Not if
you‟re trying to drive a car. Even on clear roads, it‟s impossible.
Rick was sentenced to life in prison. I did visit him, and it was a very sad affair.
He never got another trial, and died in 1993, still a prisoner. Here‟s to you, Rick. I
believed in you then, and I still do.
Rick had a lot in common with Buddy Frahm. As a matter of fact, it may have
been knowing Buddy that allowed me to tolerate Rick in small doses. It may also be why
I felt a distaste for Rick the moment I met him. Sounds a little like a conundrum, doesn‟t
it?
Buddy was, in many ways, the original Tom Cruise. He‟s about the same size,
around five-six. They even look a lot alike, as memory serves me. Buddy was, believe it
or not, even more of an asshole than Cruise, and he‟s pretty bad. I don‟t mind a little guy
being cocky, as long as he can back it up. When he acts like he‟s a real tough guy, but
can‟t follow through on it, it pisses me off. A lot.
I‟d have no problem with a guy like that, as long as he acted like what he was, not
what he wanted to be. If you can‟t whip anyone but little guys, and you don‟t try to
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