I just wanted to say hello and let you know it is my birthday this Thursday, October 23rd.
It sure would be nice to be around to celebrate with you, but this year I will have to do so in spirit only. Even though I can;t be there I can tell you what would be the best birthday present that you could give a person? That would be to not let my memory die and to help those who love me catch those who killed me.
You see, I know who did it but I can't tell them because I am gone now. I try and drop clues to help and try and steer my loved ones in the right direction, but I just can't seem to speak to them directly. That is why I need your help.
They killed me man, and now they want to cover it up like it never happened. But it did happen and it was really horrible how they did it.
First, they say I shot myself with this tiny .25 caliber pistol. Man, that gun is so small that nobody would ever use it to shoot themselves. Everyone knows that a .25 is a girl's gun. That little .25 was the gun I would use to quiet my Husky's down when they barked. It was like a cap gun.
Next, lots of people saw me being driven in my Land Rover the night they killed me. I was in the passenger seat and even drove down Main Street and got some beer at the BP station like always. But that night, some people had different plans for me you know.
I sure loved my car. I only let people I was very close to drive the a Rover. So whoever was driving me must have been a friend. Well actually, A friend is not the right word. They were someone who acted like my friend. They have not come forward to say they were driving me, and that is vital info.
Do you know who was driving me?
The night the police came to my house I was dead in my driveway. The murder scene was so rushed and they had me embalmed so fast it would make your head spin. Man, anybody who watches one of those crime shows could tell they did not do a good job. I wanted to say something but I couldn't. That is the problem with being dead you know.
Man, what I really wanted to say to you on my birthday was, could you please help me. They killed me and that we can't change. But killing me and getting away with it is something that you and I can change. Together, we can right that wrong.
Please contact us with anything you know. Even if it is just a rumor; even if it seems silly or small, please let us know.
There are certain people in Greeneville who acted like my friends. They acted like they were my family or loved ones. But they were not.
I am sad to say it but those responsible for my death knew me well. I know who they are but I need you to help be my voice for me. Please help me. I would help you if the situation were reversed.
Let your conscience be your guide.
With Love and bye for now,
Bobby Bird.
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