I had some animal rights freak stalking me on the net, posting my info, crazy insane threats and wishes of cancer on my family, all kinds of fucked up shit, actually had a police report on him, etc.
You often run into whacko fucks like him, running off at the mouth and saying stupid shit, but he was different...you could just tell that he was sick and dangerous, in the way that only truly mental psychos are.
Found out that he offed himself, and the first emotion that I felt was relief. Not really happy that he was dead, just happy that I didn't have to worry about that fuck bag anymore.
My wife saw my face when I read the news online, said I looked like I saw a ghost, and it felt that way, too. Still pretty surreal, I guess.