Ok, I live in Harrington Park, NJ... a little quiet town that no one knows about. Nothing note worthy has ever happened here in during the existance of the town except for a kid touching fat ass cop who was put away years ago... oh yeah, jail must be fun for him. (seriously, he was so fat the town got the guy a customized patrol car) Now all i hear on the news is my town's name.... Maybe you guys have heard the news but an 18 year old girl was killed in New York City from my town. Yeah, people get killed everyday, but you usually just hear it and say "oh, that's too bad" or "sucks to be them". Hell, I'm one of those people. But this... I don't know why but this story is haunting me. I don't know the family, I don't know the girl, her friends, nothing. But still, I feel some sort of connection to this... like, I'm feeling this personally. I don't know why... maybe it's because a similar thing happened to me (her car was towed, her and her friend went the impound to get it... guess that's where the similarity ends) or maybe it's because we shared the same shitty town. I just don't know why I feel like this, but I do... I just needed to vent I guess and interested in what you guys have to say. Thanks.