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When he died….Brian Deneke was 19 year old…self-proclaimed punk rock kid. And he looked the part. A boy scout in his younger years, he’d traded in his uniform for homemade tattoos, a spiked green mohawk and a spiked collar necklace to match. If he wasn’t wearing black, he was wearing camouflage. And the only time he wore anything other than combat boots and his leather jacket, was when he was skateboarding.
His appearance cost him his life. And it cost his family justice.
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When he died….Brian Deneke was 19 year old…self-proclaimed punk rock kid. And he looked the part. A boy scout in his younger years, he’d traded in his uniform for homemade tattoos, a spiked green mohawk and a spiked collar necklace to match. If he wasn’t wearing black, he was wearing camouflage. And the only time he wore anything other than combat boots and his leather jacket, was when he was skateboarding.
His appearance cost him his life. And it cost his family justice.
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