Monday, May 9, 2011
I don’t find this amusing anymore.
You can call me Al. Al is not my name, or is it?
I don’t find these guessing games amusing anymore. It’s been eight years since you found me. It’s been even longer since I died. I think its time someone finally figures out who I am.
You think I sound angry? Well I’m done laughing. I’m not amused. Wouldn’t you be angry? It’s been eight years. Sure I’ve heard from others they’ve waited longer. Honestly, I don’t care. I care about me. Right now, my only priority is me. It’s time you figured out who I am!
My 411: I was found May 17, 2003 in a wooded area near Prichard, just north of Mobile, Alabama. It’s also near Interstate 65 if that helps any. I was a nineteen to twenty six year old black (or Native American) male. I stood five feet and seven inches to five feet and eleven inches tall. That’s all they know about me so far.
I’m really not amused.
Two different images of what I might have looked like have been presented to you. My 411 was laid out for you. Now it’s time that you figure out who I am!
If you have any information call:
Alabama Dept of Forensic Sciences
Prichard Police Department
Louisana State University – Faces Lab
VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA HERE: Mobile Alabama John Doe May 2003