I get an IM this morning from my aunt about a child porn sting.  When I looked at some of the names, I noticed a few people were from my hometown.  I then noticed some of the street names.  Then I noticed one name in particular.  Corey Harris.  He lives at the other end of my street.  This sick bastard has lived at the other end of my street all of his life.  I would watch him walk by my house after school every day.  Now that I think about it, my mother has a daycare, which makes it even more sickening.  We have always known Corey to be a weird kid, so this doesn’t come as a suprise to me.  I wish I were home so there could be something I could do.  But, sadly, I am 2000 miles away.  It just makes me sick to my stomache.