Who, me? I'm Logan Echolls. Go on, Google it. I can wait.
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Yes,
that Logan Echolls. Son of Lynn and Aaron. You may know me from such events as the Bumfights I orchestrated. (For which, I must add, I am deeply sorry. I have found a new respect for the people who have had such difficult lives.) Or you may have heard that I was accused of murder last year - a crime which I did
not commit. (The California court system agrees, by the way.)
Hm. I bet you're here because you've been following the trial of my dearly departed father. For the record? I don't care if he was found innocent. I know he slept with my girlfriend, Lilly Kane, then bashed her head in with an ashtray. He's wacky like that.
But I bet what you're really wondering is, who shot Aaron Echolls in his hotel room at the Neptune Grand? This, my friend, is your lucky day, because I am going to tell you.
Forget what you've read. Hollywood is really run by a small, elite organization bound together by their religion. No, not the Jews. This organization believes that angels have come down to Earth in the form of our pets. Yes, you may have a divine being living in your home already. That's why so many pets are worshipped and pampered in L.A. You really think anyone would spend $1800 on a dog bowl for some mutt? These people know
exactly what they're doing. "Cherish them on Earth as you would be Cherished in Heaven," the good book says.
It wasn't the statutory rape or the murder that made them off my dad. He committed the worst sin of all, and had to be punished. It's difficult to talk about this, but people need to know. My father was justly executed because he kicked a puppy.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Character: Logan Echolls
Word Count: 314Comments and RP welcome here.