Primarily, I had soooo many questions. I don't want the answers. To understand evil is to be one with it. That's enough about you. I know for the entire time I was fighting to survive ( thank you, Karmik) My son, our love, kept us above your filth. I reiterate I do not want to imagine your mind assuming I did not survive. To encase myself in your negativity would submerge me in your subpar mentality to exist. You succumbed. I rose.I am raveled in ptsd. What a feeling to be instanteously on fire and screaming for someone, anyone, to help. It was. The miracle was Officer Newlove's existance,timing,heart. A blessing only something bigger than us can leave us to admire and question these occurences in life. I permanently have a trach. Yes, I lived seven months without speaking. I carried a marker board around to communicate. All of this while teaching my 1 year old son how to speak. Never once did I feel like a failure. I played recordings while feeding him. "Take a bite!", " Chew,chew.chew your bite!" I overcame and conquered all obstacles. Karmik Kredence, my angel. The irony in his name meaning "believe in karma". Now this is yours. Think of that while you finally realize your falsified mentality behind barbed wire. I have no hair on the back of my head. I have third degree burns on thirty percent of my body. Third degree results in the skin actually dying. Cadaver skin covered my raw body in the beginning. I now became an organ donor. I could not realisitically tell you how many surgeries, blood transfusions, days and nights of horror I've overcome.I woke up hands and legs tied down, intubated, 45 days later. Through all the haze, the machines administering drugs I could still formulate parts of reality. My son. And what the fuck you did to me. Never once were there any questionable parts of the experience. You, Houston Ketter the III, set me on fire. And found humor in it! Now would be my time to laugh but nothing about this is comical. I struggle feeling horror in what most would not even acknowledge. I could say so many valid facts about your torture and murder attempt.I'm not like you though.Oh!, to hear your guilty convictions. I may have not loved myself like one should. Abuse, abuse, abuse... So many women we both know have died to the punishment of no one. Well, I am their voice. You,tyrant, would not have stopped. You are your own enemy. You can no longer pawn it on the innocent. I refuse to be a victim. So think of your failures. Evil acts will never solve deep wounds. You are your own failure. Think of everyday I'm blessed and you miss. Think of your stupidity.Your ignorance from arrogance.Believe in karma.