SEAN RIKER: THE ST. GEORGE BOMBER

In a nutshell, I did it. But the question some of you may have is WHY I did it.

Back in 1995, my girlfriend Paula and myself went to Vegas and subsequently Mesquite, Nevada and won quite a sum of money. More money than we'd ever had in our time together. Wanting a change we headed north to a lil town called St. George, Utah. With the money we rented an old house, bought drugs, and tweaked out the entire time we lived there. Back then, yeppers, I was a lowlife druggy and I liked it. I liked getting high and spinning my brain into a whirlwind of chaotic havoc.

One day, after sleeping for days, staying up a week, sleeping for days after great nookie-nookie, I was sitting in my lazyboy chair while Paula made me breakfast. Our Labrador, Daddy, sat on my lap while I watched the Sunday Mormon parade come out in flocks to go to church. Little House on the Prairie comes to mind. Same clothing too. Paula hands me my plate and, just before I set down my binoculars, the church doors open and a father and daughter come out, head to their hatchback car, and dad changes her diaper... and plays with her down there. I shove the binocs to Paula and tell her to LOOK! Paula looks, tells me to go ef him up. I scramble to get over there, but I didn't make it in time.

In 1995, the world wide web was in its infancy so Paula and I headed to the local (and only) library and looked up Mormons... Polygamy, inbreeding, incest.... all starting with king of the chomo's Brigham Young (1801-1877) and Joseph Smith (1805-1844), the founding fathers of the Mormon religion.

Never once did I stop and think that most of the Mormons were not like that. Nope, in my drug-addled brain, Paula and I knew that they were all like that, but WE WERE WRONG. Drugs. They suck your brain out of your head.

We didn't want to hurt the kids, so we decided to bomb their businesses. And that is exactly what we did. It was under twenty bombings, but over ten. And we got caught. I have never done drugs since then. And I regret bombing the Mormons. I paid my debt to society, but my conscience still eats at me.

To the Mormon people out there, I am sorry. I hope that someday you will forgive me...