
Annoncering
Annoncering
I couldn’t help myself. I broke down. All I could think was, 'This poor family.' Either his family truly loves him or they’re incredible actors. But it didn’t make sense. His dad’s a fucking software CEO. This kid seemed so troubled, but not violent. From what I read, I got the feeling this kid would, at the worst, try to commit suicide by cop, not kill innocents via a complex terror plot. I struggle with depression and my sadness leads me to hurt myself, not others. But the internet had spoken, so he became suspect number one for a while. After that kick in the gut, I needed two cigarettes in a row.
Annoncering
Annoncering
My mind erupted with red foam and I shot up out of bed.See, just last week, mere days before the bombings, I wrote my first article for VICE, an account of the time the Russian government sent me and a film crew, much to our surprise, to fucking Chechnya. And no matter how loudly the logical side of my brain screamed, 'It doesn't matter! Stop being so self-centered!' I couldn’t help but feel like I had something to do with this. Look, I know, it doesn't involve me. But after reading the swirl of conspiracy theories disguised as fact on Twitter, anything seemed possible. So I wrote this to try and finally get to sleep. As of 5:30 AM, it hasn’t worked. I should’ve changed the channel.Follow Josh on Twitter: @ShutUpAndroskyMore on the Boston bombings:Reddit Wants the Boston Bomber's BloodThe Boston Bomber Is Not Eric Twardzik
