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Curtis Gunderson Online Obit
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Jason, you uncreative, piece of shit liar. You honestly expect me to believe these wild fairy tales you post to go with the
cross pics you take? Please. There is no way that a kid who graduated from an alternative high school died in automobile accident at 2:45 in the morning while driving at
a high speed. Jesus Christ, Jason, next time try and make it at least a little plausible. these stories you make up keep getting more and more outlandish.
You really outdid yourself this time--19 year old, alternative high-school attending
Curtis Gunderson died in the wee hours of the
morning on 11/28/2005 in a one car accident? Sure, Jason, sure.
The death threats, the wishes of harm upon my loved ones, the profanity filled messages calling me names; none of them tear at my heart (Or at least the lump of horse
crap that takes up the space where it should be) like the emails I get saying that I shouldn't make up stories to go with the crosses I find. Those are the emails that really
cut me deep. Surprisingly, I'm a pretty emotionally walled off guy, not much gets to me. But those emails saying that they don't like my fictional accounts of how crosses
came to be really hurt my conscience. Or at least the nugget of elephant turd that takes up the space where it should be.
Those emails happen so much I have a template email I respond with trying to correct people's beliefs about these stories. Correctly guided, but incorrectly based
hatred for me really rip at my soul. Or at least the pile of donkey excrement that takes up the space where it should be. So, if you take one thing away from this, please let it be this:
I am not an asshole for writing fiction about how these roadside crosses came to be:
I am an asshole for researching the actual ways these roadside crosses came to be. Corroborating sources are in the left hand column of every page. All I ask is that you hate me and all the lumps of shit I am composed of for the right reasons.
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