Umm . . . Hi there.
This is quite an unusual topic to write about. Never in my life did I ever think I’d be discussing this – but here we are!
If you’ve been following me on IG stories (shameless plug), then you know all about my fascination and borderline obsession with murder and true crime. Although I joke a lot about murder, it is something that hits a little close to home. Please don’t take my sense of humor as a form of disrespect or vulgarity. To be perfectly frank, comedy has always been my best way of coping with everything. Of course I’m human and mourn heavily, but at the end of the day I’d rather laugh and make light out of something tragic as opposed to falling into a crippling state of sadness.
I hope you guys will read this and keep in mind that I am not looking to exploit my family or innocent people. Murder and death is an incredibly sensitive subject and my only objective behind sharing this personal story is to help you understand the parts of my life that I normally hide from the world. I think this story could especially be helpful for anyone who has similar skeletons in their closet and without further adu – here we go . . .
This story begins with my parents. Both of my parents are hardworking immigrants from Mexico (legal, I might add!) who came to the US separately in the late eighties with a few lifelong friends. One of said “friends” was a man named Felipe DeJesus Vega. I was born in 1995 and had literally known Felipe since birth, although my earliest memories of him start at age 6 or 7 when he would care for me and my two older sisters while my parents were running errands or working day and night. Since my parents came from literally nothing, they had no choice but to be hustlers and often left their kids with anyone they trusted.
Now, let’s talk about the “star of the show”, Felipe. He was one of the nicest people I’d ever met and I never once felt anything off about him. He was by far one of our closest family friends for years. When I was about 10 years old I asked my parents why Felipe didn’t have any children or a wife and they told me it was because he was gay, but didn’t really want anyone to know about it. They also told me that this was a sensitive thing for him and he was very cautious about people in the community knowing he was gay.
Fast forward to 2015 and Felipe is still keeping in touch with my family, however I have few vague memories of him at this time as I was graduating from college and my entire life was focused on transitioning from an awkward college graduate to a full-on adult. This was an incredibly weird time in my life because I was trying so badly to balance multiple jobs, along with finding new internship opportunities, PLUS I was in the midst of a serious relationship, and, believe it or not, I had just started my YourGirlChase IG account (oh look, another shameless plug!) and was busy creating content for that as well.
Ok, you get the gist – and now it gets real:
Before you continue, I’d just like to clarify that you can Google any of this information as it is public record. The story I am telling was what I directly learned when my parents broke the news to me.
On November 8th, 2015, Felipe visited the home of a man (don’t know his name, sorry!) with whom we all believe he was having a secret relationship with. However, the man wasn’t home and instead Felipe was confronted by the man’s cousin, Arline. Apparently, Arline and Felipe got into a loud and verbally aggressive argument about Felipe’s involvement with the man. It was so loud that the entire neighborhood could hear them screaming at each other and Arlene’s brother who lived close by came to attempt to break it off. Arlene demanded for Felipe to leave and on his way out Felipe decided to pull out a gun and killed Arline and her brother, execution style.
Arlene and Alex both died on the spot from several direct gunshots to the head and Felipe fled the scene. Many of the neighbors heard the gunshots and called the police but obviously Felipe was long gone by the time they arrived. A five-day manhunt ensued for Felipe and eventually police caught up to him on November 12, a.k.a the day before my 20th birthday . . .
Felipe is now serving a life sentence without possibility of parole and my parents have understandably forbidden me and my sisters from visiting him in prison. It took me quite some time to fully register that this second father-figure of mine was capable of ending the lives of two innocent people. I know this might sound wrong but even after seeing his mug shot in the local news, I still feel a small amount of warmth at the memory of him. To all of San Diego, he is just another psychopath murderer, but to me he was the man who helped raise me, was a great friend to my parents, made the best tacos I’ve ever had, and struggled with his sexuality so badly that it led to his demise.
Hope I was able to illustrate a good story for you guys! I don’t have any problems answering any questions regarding this story, or the subject of murder in general. I am 104% a proud Murderino (shout out to my fellow MFM fans!!) and would love to connect with anyone who knows what it’s like to have to hide a seemingly creepy interest. Feel free to slide into those DMs lol. Till next time! 🙂