{"id":10413,"date":"2014-07-13T21:57:08","date_gmt":"2014-07-14T05:57:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=10413"},"modified":"2014-07-14T20:07:19","modified_gmt":"2014-07-15T04:07:19","slug":"remembering-jane","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/remembering-jane\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering Jane Aldridge"},"content":{"rendered":"
Those were the days, right? I haven’t thought about her until recently, when someone wrote to me, urging me to catch up on her antics. I was too lazy to bother.<\/p>\n
But on July 11, I tweeted this:<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Less than 24 hours later, bam, I received this comment on goddamit.com, waiting to be moderated:<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n What?\u00a0 My dead son?\u00a0 The comment was sent from Denton County, Texas. Guess who lives in Denton County?<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n What is wrong with people? Is it just Trophy Club or Denton County? Do people understand the concept of losing a child? Hello? Earth to Denton County?<\/p>\n I don’t know what’s worse, the cowardice or the deranged free-floating hatred?<\/p>\n Anyway, get a grip, Jane, Mom or Aunt Karen. This is some fucked up shit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Those were the days, right? I haven’t thought about her until recently, when someone wrote to me, urging me to catch up on her antics. I was too lazy to bother. But on July 11, I tweeted this: Less than … Continue reading