Big mistake. Armed with only a crappy yahoo email address, a vague time frame and my highly sophisticated prick wits, I went to work and found out about
Megan Cascone.
In chronological order:
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To: jason@porkjerky.com
You are horrible. I can't believe you make fun of dead people who have done absolutely nothing to you. You don't even know the entire
stories. All you know is what you find online, maybe you should talk to one of the family members, find out the real stories. Find out what they have to deal
with every day. I hope that one day you know the pain of losing your best friend, the one person you can share anything with. Only then will you understand
why people put up roadside crosses. Their families are depressed enough, they don't need you to add to it. I hope, one day, your site gets shut down.
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To: babydoll5434@yahoo.com
Thanks for writing and glad you enjoyed the site. I also appreciate your humorous email--at first calling me horrible for not being
compassionate and then wishing death and pain upon me and my loved ones. Your deliciously irony is not lost on me.
I am always looking for information about the crosses I find. Unfortunately, most people litter up tacky crosses without leaving a phone number or email
where I can get the full story. That limits me to public records, newspapers and news sites. Can you fill me in on any stories? Correct any errors/omissions
I made. Of course, I am going to need sources to verify--what I lack in regular integrity I make up for in journalistic.
Keep on trucking,
jason
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To: jason@porkjerky.com
You're right. I should have sent you an email when I was more calm. I am still angry about the site but I shouldn't have wished that you
know know that pain. Maybe you do know it, maybe that is the reason you do this. Is this your way of dealing with grief? I guess the only thing that I am trying
to accomplish in writing you is to get you to be more understanding. I did know one of the people you wrote about,
Kevin Perrish. But I am worried about a different cross. I lost my sister a year ago, she was
everything to me. Yes, she was hit by a truck, yes her and her husband were arguing in the middle of a highway at night and yes I do think the whole thing
was fucking stupid. That's not the whole story, that is what you would find if you googled it. I will spare you the entire story though, because I don't think that
is what you care to hear. Dealing with losing her has been the hardest thing I have EVER had to do. Luckily, you haven't found her cross yet. Every time I drive
by it I remember her. All I have left are those memories. I don't know why I am even writing you back. I'm sure you get these sappy emails all of the time, and it
probably only feeds your fire. It just hurts me to see you doing this. You are good at what you do, but why don't you put all of that energy towards something
good? Towards something that can make a difference in peoples lives instead of adding to their saddness.
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To: babydoll5434@yahoo.com
Apology accepted. And why spare me the whole story on either of the crosses? I thought I needed to talk to their family and friends
so I get it right. Did I miss anything with Kevin Perrish? Like was he shitfaced? If you read what I
wrote you will see I didn't mention it, although I am highly suspicious of it. Give me the inside scoop on what his blood alcohol content was so I can get the 'real
story'.
Also, your sister's cross and story sound perfect for my site--hopefully the guy who hit her is only a quadriplegic because of her and not dead (I'm not
totally callous). I truly wonder what the whole story is, because from what you told me so far, I could quote your version of it verbatim and that would satisfy
us both.
jason