We were all very upset when my sister went for a hike alone, fell and broke her leg, and had to walk her injured self almost two miles to get help. I guess we should be thankful that this guy, or some equally insane asshole wasn't nearby that day.
It makes me scared to leave my own house. I've been paranoid long before this lovely woman lost her life - but it's getting worse. I am scared to go for a walk near my house with my baby because who knows where the next Gary Hilton will be. I don't like being scared but I don't know what else to do. At least in my house I feel a bit safer.