I'm feeling a lot of pain -- a lot of hurt.

I just hope they have a conscience and turn themselves in before it gets any worse.

They know my little son rides that bike. He rarely goes down there, but he goes to the store down there.

It wasn't an accidental shooting. It was more like they knew who they wanted and did what they had to do and just shot and killed him.

Because everything worth having hurts.

You can see when someone's been hurt the way I was. It's obvious. Something changes in their eyes; pain becomes their center, even when they try to hide it.