amdforever2
Golden Member
To be perfectly honest I wasn't that close to him, I had only met him a few times. My room mate was with him when they shot him and then they fired at my room mate. I get this text at like 2 or 3 something in the morning that's like "I just saw someone die I'm with the police" or something to that effect and I just thought that it had to be some joke or he was drunk or maybe it was a really bad fight and the person was just really beat up or something. I call him and he describes this JFK type wound and how .... I dunno it was a graphic description.
I drove down to 39th and Broadway in KC and there was countless cop cars. I parked and I go to try to find my room mate and the police are like well you might as well go home we're going to keep him for questioning for a while we'll give him a ride home.
They might as well have said nothing to see here folks, move along. It was the most uncaring, cold response ever. Like this is as routine for them as writing tickets or something.
The cop at the scene wouldn't tell me where the victim was either. I decided I would go wake up another one of our friends to try to locate the victims best friend. Since I didn't know the victim that well I didn't know how to contact his family and the police didn't seem concerned with that anyways.
Three hospitals lied and flat out said they had no patient by that name. I eventually did find the hospital. I was at the hospital probably an hour or two after the shooting, but the family had yet to be notified. Hospital wouldn't tell us anything, wouldn't even say if he was alive or dead. My room mate in the original call was so graphic with the description and was positive he had died.
We left the hospital and I took the friend I had picked up home to try to find people to call or whatever since neither of us was particularly close to the victim and our main link to the victim was my room mate. I went to the police station and just sat there waiting for my room mate to get done talking to police.
Once he got out we tried to reach his family again, but we just weren't able to. Room mate spoke to media, went to hospital for the second time. Must have been five or six or seven hours after the shooting. Police still hadn't contacted family so we still couldn't find out if he was alive or not.
Went home, and just kinda sat here. It's like we were totally unable to do anything and I'm still kinda shocked that the people that could do something just couldn't seem to be bothered.
Finally by 3pm, 12 hours at least after the shooting, we find out that the family got there at noon and he's in neurosurgery icu or something.
I'm at the hospital by four and he's dead.
It's just the most unbelievable thing ever.
There's no detectives with a passion for justice, there's no doctors dramatically trying to save lives, there's just nothing.
There's a five minute local news clip, blood on my room mates shoes, and the murder rate of kansas city I had never paid attention to before ticks up a little bit I guess.
I just can't believe how cold this world is. I barely even knew the guy and I feel like my whole world has changed.
Local news....
*edit #1 for details I guess....
Victim and my room mate had gone to westport to find another of our friends who was drunk and needed a ride home or something to that effect. They were walking around like hundreds of others and found friend. Friend got lost or something. Roomie and friend went to go look for drunk friend some more. Nice homeless guy was like I know where that guy you're looking for is. They keep walking until they're outside walgreens. Then, in the street, this stratus like opens fire on a charger and then the people in the stratus can't escape so they go in the parking lot and start shooting. The guy that got shot hid the homeless guy that was looking for drunk friend behind some cement pillar or something and started yelling for everyone to get down. At that point the stratus people purposely target the guy they killed. Pulled up to him and shot him. Didn't try to scare him or injure him just purposely shot the one place that was most likely to end his life for no reason.
I drove down to 39th and Broadway in KC and there was countless cop cars. I parked and I go to try to find my room mate and the police are like well you might as well go home we're going to keep him for questioning for a while we'll give him a ride home.
They might as well have said nothing to see here folks, move along. It was the most uncaring, cold response ever. Like this is as routine for them as writing tickets or something.
The cop at the scene wouldn't tell me where the victim was either. I decided I would go wake up another one of our friends to try to locate the victims best friend. Since I didn't know the victim that well I didn't know how to contact his family and the police didn't seem concerned with that anyways.
Three hospitals lied and flat out said they had no patient by that name. I eventually did find the hospital. I was at the hospital probably an hour or two after the shooting, but the family had yet to be notified. Hospital wouldn't tell us anything, wouldn't even say if he was alive or dead. My room mate in the original call was so graphic with the description and was positive he had died.
We left the hospital and I took the friend I had picked up home to try to find people to call or whatever since neither of us was particularly close to the victim and our main link to the victim was my room mate. I went to the police station and just sat there waiting for my room mate to get done talking to police.
Once he got out we tried to reach his family again, but we just weren't able to. Room mate spoke to media, went to hospital for the second time. Must have been five or six or seven hours after the shooting. Police still hadn't contacted family so we still couldn't find out if he was alive or not.
Went home, and just kinda sat here. It's like we were totally unable to do anything and I'm still kinda shocked that the people that could do something just couldn't seem to be bothered.
Finally by 3pm, 12 hours at least after the shooting, we find out that the family got there at noon and he's in neurosurgery icu or something.
I'm at the hospital by four and he's dead.
It's just the most unbelievable thing ever.
There's no detectives with a passion for justice, there's no doctors dramatically trying to save lives, there's just nothing.
There's a five minute local news clip, blood on my room mates shoes, and the murder rate of kansas city I had never paid attention to before ticks up a little bit I guess.
I just can't believe how cold this world is. I barely even knew the guy and I feel like my whole world has changed.
Local news....
*edit #1 for details I guess....
Victim and my room mate had gone to westport to find another of our friends who was drunk and needed a ride home or something to that effect. They were walking around like hundreds of others and found friend. Friend got lost or something. Roomie and friend went to go look for drunk friend some more. Nice homeless guy was like I know where that guy you're looking for is. They keep walking until they're outside walgreens. Then, in the street, this stratus like opens fire on a charger and then the people in the stratus can't escape so they go in the parking lot and start shooting. The guy that got shot hid the homeless guy that was looking for drunk friend behind some cement pillar or something and started yelling for everyone to get down. At that point the stratus people purposely target the guy they killed. Pulled up to him and shot him. Didn't try to scare him or injure him just purposely shot the one place that was most likely to end his life for no reason.
