Yesterday morning, as the sun was approaching the eastern sky, my friend was murdered. He was 61, the father and father in law of my friends. He was shot in the face outside of a "breakfast" restaurant for the keys to his car, and then the SOB who gunned him down couldn't get the car to start. So he shot the passenger and fled to find another car.

My heart is vomiting grief. My friend is beside himself. I feel like a light has been snuffed out in my world.