Do You Goog-le?

I love Google, I search "dad" and I find this,

"My dad saved me, and I killed him" - from the LA Times.

"I killed my dad. I didn't blow him away with a gun. Instead, I let him die. I pulled a kitchen chair up next to him and watched him struggle to breathe on the floor. The skin on his face turned a reddish-purple. His neck took on a bluish tint. Both his hands clutched tightly at his chest. And suddenly, the white in his eyes became spider-web etched, in blood-red lines."

Ffffuck.

"Why did I do it? It's complicated. I loved the son of a bitch more than anything on the planet."

Anyway, it just goes into a sob story after that. Google's great, too bad they're tracking everyone. Thanks bastards.