That seems like the most plausible. I hope she wasn't stupid enough to trash it after she made an arrangement to buy it from him. I'm thinking he was like, "Fuck this I'm just going to get a different car" and so she offered to just buy it from him. Maybe he would get more from her versus trying to trade it in.Originally Posted by Dudley'sFire
i finally got enough internet to stream and the day ended. now i'm hearing no court on friday? damn my luck!
So where did it come in that she moved to Phoenix when she really moved to CA? I'm also still baffled she could make these payments on a waitress budget, unless something changed from back when I worked as a waitress? Especially living in CA? Not that it matters, she did it, but the semantics are just confusing me.
I saw on FB or somewhere that it's only Tues-Thurs because the attorneys have other cases to try? i could be completely wrong.
has your internet not been working right either???
I'm not sure if I posted this. It would be nice if HLN and the other news sites would take some pics from here so they have more variety:
there are no other cases, damn it!
it's not that... i'm staying with my grandma for a few weeks and they only have some kind of ancient wall cable set-up in my cousins room. i'm stealing from a neighbor, which has so far confined me to going outside onto the patio and loading up on several pages worth of reading material before returning to the comfort of my couch.
this afternoon, miraculously, the internet started working fast and clear. but... court was ova.
there are no other cases, damn it!
it's not that... i'm staying with my grandma for a few weeks and they only have some kind of ancient wall cable set-up in my cousins room. i'm stealing from a neighbor, which has so far confined me to going outside onto the patio and loading up on several pages worth of reading material before returning to the comfort of my couch.
this afternoon, miraculously, the internet started working fast and clear. but... court was ova.
GGLuvsBC (wife) was there. Yes, it was closed casket.I found a picture on a different forum of Travis. You can see the side of his head/ear and how deep the slit throat is.
*Also where they said they shaved his head to get a better look at the damage to his head. I wonder if it was a closed casket?
This poor family has been through so much - they deserve to be able to mourn Travis in peace. Of course it was a closed casket. There isn't anyway the undertaker could fix all the slashes and the gunshot wound to his head.
My girlfriend who had her throat slashed had an open casket - but she was able to because they put a scarf around her neck. They should have closed it. When they embalmed her it made her swell up to where you couldn't tell where her chin stopped and her boobs started. They can't make it look like someone didn't totally destroy your body when they killed you.
I just feel so bad for his family.
He's built like my husband and some of his pictures kind of remind me of him too. Ugh. Not the best reminder.
Suzanne Knight (21) brutally raped and devoured 3 toddlers while on a meth binge before hanging herself Marky69: If those toddlers didnt want to be eaten then they shouldnt of looked so god damned delicious. RIP Suzanne
I had a friend who was shot in the head by her boyfriend. I didn't have the courage to go to her funeral (I kept the newspaper story about her). I have no idea what she looked like or if they did a closed casket.
http://www.nwitimes.com/uncategorize...3d13636bc.html
This guy I knew shot himself in the head (in front of his girlfriend at her fucking house in her bedroom) and if fucked his face up. Apparently they still had an open casket and my friend who went said he looked like an old man. I don't know if it was the amount of makeup they had too put on to "fill the void" or what.
I don't blame you for not going.. I made it to her viewing, but wasn't able to go to the cemetery.. I was just too messed up at the time from seeing her like that.
I would imagine they sewed him together and then used a ton of makeup like you think to make him presentable. Sometimes they should just leave us to remember them how they were when they were alive instead of how they looked when they died.
He looks a lot like my kids dad in certain pictures I think. I feel like if I post a picture I should do it in the premium section but I see the similarities and it's bizarre.
Bryan...what was the memorial service like? How did she know Travis? Sorry to be nosy, this entire case has fascinated me since it happened.
Yeah, I'm not posting pics here.I have them in the premie thread.
Suzanne Knight (21) brutally raped and devoured 3 toddlers while on a meth binge before hanging herself Marky69: If those toddlers didnt want to be eaten then they shouldnt of looked so god damned delicious. RIP Suzanne
The year before (almost to the day) two girls from my high school got into a car accident. They had their wake together, the caskets in different rooms. One girl looked ok, the other one didn't look like herself at all. It disturbed me. The youngest person who I ever saw before that in a casket was my Aunt and she was 34.
My cousin passed away in August at age 20 from cancer. He didn't look like himself either. Something about young people in caskets makes it unnatural.
The only person who looked somewhat like he did in life was a good friend of mine who passed away last year. But it's still not right.
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I'll post a picture in Speak Here.Yeah, I'm not posting pics here.
If you missed the trial during the live feed it's on youtube:
Imma keep talking to myself like a weirdo in this thread but this was posted in the youtube comments in the memorial video:
lol ok. I admit though I never watched the video in it's entirety and started feeling pretty bad. I keep forgetting that he was a real person with real friends and a life, does that sound weird? I hope he gets his justice and his family and friends find peace. Anything given to her in regards to the death penalty is still too easy and humane.Lisa Stephen 1 week ago
I'm so sorry I missed his funeral. I wasn't even aware Travis was killed until a year after his death because Jeff & I are strayed away from Prepaid Legal due to health and personal issues. Travis and I had a strong connection and bond due to being in an armed robbery together and him and I both had guns held to our heads and the entire time Travis looked in my eyes and told me he wouldn't let anything happen to me. I love and miss you dearly Travis. Your in my heart always!!
I can look at people I don't know. But going to viewings of people I know won't happen for me anymore. When I was 16 my best friend passed away from brain cancer. My mom warned me not too go, but I did. After years and years of memories (best of friends since kindergarten), when I think of her, I see her in her casket. My mother in law committed suicide last year (overdose), and my 3 sister in laws wanted a viewing. And then they got pissed at me when I didn't go in and take a picture next to her open casket.
Watching some of the testimony I've missed, which is a whole lot, the prosecutor is kind of a dick. If he wants a conviction he better be careful not to bite the hands that feed him. And if the jury takes a disliking to him that could prove to be detrimental.
Travis is a real person who to a lot of people was a good influence, a positive person, fun to be around and a caring guy. Too many people are coming out of the woodwork to say how awesome he was and how much he changed their lives..and I don't believe that it was just because of prepaid legal. I have watched videos of him and he is charismatic, funny, kind, and sincere. You don't gain all the people who remember and fight for his memory like his friends if there wasn't something "special" about him.
He was a normal late 20's male.. always thinking with the other head. He did to Jodi what another guy would do to another girl, only Jodi was bat-shit crazy. He wasn't afraid of her because he didn't think she would hurt him. Why should he? He was bigger than her. Difference is she had a knife and a gun and somehow got the best of him.
He didn't deserve to die. He didn't deserve to have the defense portray him as a psycho sexual deviant because he liked to role play and liked anal and oral sex. (What almost 30ish guy wouldn't love for their significant other to be open to those three things alone) He doesn't deserve to have his memory dragged through the mud. Nor his autopsy pictures splashed all over the internet. He was a human being who had people who loved him because of who he was.. and how he made them feel.
My hope is that his family and friends can get through this trial, that Jodi will be found guilty and sentenced to death and that his memory is that of the person they remember.. not the person the defense or the media are making him out to be.
My in-laws had me take a picture of my F-i-l in his casket because his two surviving brother and sister were too sick to attend the funeral. I hated it. It felt so wrong.
This was going to be the introduction to the book he was writing
"My childhood unfortunately was very much like any child?s that had drug addict parents. My father was never around which left my siblings and I to the fate given by my mother. A good woman, with the intent at an early age to be a loving mom. A few poor decisions changed that. As she progressively got more involved in drugs she progressively got less capable of raising children. Most commonly was a beating for waking her up. It hurt but we got used to it. I learned how to turn so that when she hit me she would strike my back and arms, the pain was less there. If it was just that I think it would have been relatively manageable. It was not it however. You see when you are high on meth for a week when you eventually come down there is a lot of sleep to catch up on. When you sleep, for four days with a house full of kids, there isn?t any food cooked. We would eat what was there but before long what was edible would be eaten or rot and then what was rotten would be eaten too. I don?t remember much of this I can only think of one instance where I found a piece of moldy bread on the side of the fridge which represented the last thing we could eat. I remember being teased by canned food. Knowing full well what was in the can but not knowing how to use a can opener. I remember the filth admittedly caused by us kids that compounded on itself for weeks and months at a time. With that came thousands and thousands of roaches. My sisters and I found some amusement in the fact that an entire colony of albino roaches had broken out so that house looked like a bunch of moving salt and pepper crawling on everything. To this day I only have one phobia, roaches. There was nothing more disgusting to me than to wake up to feel roaches crawling on my body. The good news is that we finally lost that house. The bad news is our next option was to live in a camper shell in my Aunts back yard. We kept it next to the Garage where the washer and dryer were. The washer wasn?t hooked up to plumbing so the dirty water would drain into the back yard and stagnate there. We were there for more than a year four feet tall, five feet wide and six feet long, my mother, my three sisters and I. We didn?t have the convenience of bathing every day so we tended to stink. I didn?t mind going with out a bath that much really. I was a boy like most and didn?t have a problem being dirty. But I was scared of bathing because if I once got the bathroom floor wet and my mother accused of me of urinating on the floor and threw me half way through a wall.
School wasn?t much better, when your clothes are as dirty as the rest of you and you stink and have lice you don?t make a ton of friends. Sadly as you could imagine I was mocked for my appearance. Nothing too harsh, no where close to what was said at home. I will not give much detail on that as I feel it is inappropriate to state. I will say though I have never heard in any movie, on any street corner, or amongst the vilest of men any string of words so offensive and hateful, said with such disgust as was the words that my mother said to my sisters and I. I remember my mother emptying a revolver on the car my father was driving and my father subsequently taking an axe to my mother?s belongings and destroying them. I remember being on the other side of the front door when my father kicked it down. The police were called that time along with many others, but I knew what had to be said and knew they would leave us to more of the same. I remember the day I came to the conclusion there was a God. I was 6. I screamed as loud as I could all day long for my near by grand mother to get me and take me for the weekend. I screamed so long and loud that I actually woke up my comatose mother long enough to beat me for waking her up. When she went back to bed I went back to screaming to God. Sure enough that evening she came and picked me up, while my mother slept. I could go on and tell you more of mine and worse stories of my siblings but I think enough has been said. I will say that this is nothing, nothing at all compared to the whole of it. This continued until I was ten, when I ran away and I never came back.
During this time I could think of two fond memories of my childhood. The first was Sesame street. My Sisters and I watched it everyday and it took our minds to Sesame street where kids were happy and learning. It took our minds away from Allwood Dr. where we got the Hell beat out of us.
The other was visiting the home of my Great-Grandfather Vic. My Mother didn?t have very much family and even less that she got along with, but she adored my Grandfather. He only lived about an hour away from our family in southern California, but it was rare that she was in any condition that she?d let Vic see her in. About twice a year my Mother would fix herself and us up enough for a visit with my Grandfather. For the most part our visits would be stereotypical. He?d take us out for pizza, to walk his dogs, play checkers and with other toys he kept for us, and taught me how to write the alphabet. However there was one thing that was out of the ordinary about our visits. Every time before my Mother, siblings and I would leave I would go to hug my Grandfather goodbye. Without exception before I received my coveted hug the cheery casual countenance of my Grandfather would change to something very serious. He would then grab me by my shoulders and shake me, then would follow those words, those words that alter every aspect of my life, ?Travis, you need to know that you are special, that there is not anything that you can?t do. There is something great inside you. You?re special Travis, don?t you ever forget it.? That was quickly followed by a rigid hug that would squeeze the breath out of me.
Now there is an easy explanation for why my life has been in my opinion, amazing. It is the same reason I have had success financially and otherwise. It is the same reason I feel that every facet of my life has been blessed and continues to be more and more everyday. The reason is that the words my Grandfather said were spoken with such conviction that I believed him. You see what I wasn?t aware of then, that I have since figured out was my Grandfather was savvy to the way Mother was raising her children. She would often make remarks while coming down from drugs about how miserable we all were, that we ruined her life, that we were worthless. Although those words hurt very deeply as you could imagine; every time she would scream those words I would hear his words instead, every time I would feel her fist sink into my back, I could feel my Grandfather?s hands on my shoulders, and I knew she couldn?t reach what was great inside of me. And again I?d hear the words ?You?re special Travis, don?t ever forget it.? Then in my mind I would think, ?This woman has no idea what she is talking about, she doesn?t know that I am special.? No matter how loud she?d yell those colorful words, she could never top the conviction of my Great-Grandfather Vic. Since then I have come to realize two things. First my Great-Grandfather was right, I am special. I took his advice; I never forgot it and I never will. Second I have learned I am no better than anyone else. So as you read this book I hope that you will let these pages grab you by the shoulders and shake you and tell you that you are special. That there is something great inside you. I pray that you will allow the words you read stare deep into your eyes and instill into you that there isn?t anything that you can not do. My desire is that this book will do for you what Grandpa Vic did for me. Help me believe what is already true. That you are special."
It was on his blog. http://travisalexander.blogspot.com/...ising-you.html
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