Or knowing chegitz can be hazardous to your helath
So they just caught a serial killer here in Jax last week. Turns out, he was a cab driver. Turns out, he looks a lot like a creepy cab driver Bunnygrrl and I used once.
Too many serial killers are too close to my life.
When I was in high school, serial killer Brian Dugan hid one of his victims in my friends' cars. He had dumped the car in the Seavy gravel pits, where a lot of high school kids used go party. Dugan put the nurses body in his car, drove past my house out to the pits, put his body in the abandoned car, and pushed it into a pond. Dugan was later convicted of killing (IIRC) Melissa Ackerman and confessed under hypnosis to killing Jenine Nicarico, both children. He's a lifer in Illinois.
In the late 80s, an Army buddy of mine had another Army friend over who was stationed in Germany. Later my Army buddy got called to Germany to be a witness in a trial. Turns out his friend had confessed to two murders, one a fellow serviceman, to see if he could actually kill, the other a German prostitute, because apparently he could kill. My buddy didn't believe the guy when he tols him about it. The dude was really quiet and creepy when I met him.
One person I met was killed by Jeffery Dahmer. He was the son of the owner of a coffee shop where I once frequented and my roommate was the manager. Even weirder, the store next door was owned by the guy who played Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lamb.
Bunnygrrl's best friend was crazy about a guy whose best friend was later killed by Dahmer. One of my fomer roommates claims to have been approached by Dahmer, but thought so little of him he didn't remember it. He claims friends told him later that Dahmer had tried to pick him up. Course, this roommate told lots of stories.
A former coworker of mine believes he once met Dahmer. Apparently my friend was at the club, Berlin, when Dahmer and another guy sat next to him. Dahmer got up and went to the bathroom, and the guy asked my friend his opinion. The guy wanted to know if he should go home with Dahmer, cuz he was getting a weird vibe. My friend told him he should go with his gut instinct, and the dude left. Dahmer came out and wanted to know where the guy hand gone, and my friend told him he left. Then Dahmer said something that chilled my friend. "Well, that's okay. I'll get him later."
Now this cab driver.
I thought there were only supposed to be 35-50 serial killers operating in the US at any given time. Why am I in close proximity to so many?
On top of all that, my grandparents once lived a suburb over from John Wayne Gacy (or is it the same suburb?), and I used to hang out among the fomer hunting grounds of Larry Isler (Chicago's northside gay neighborhood).
Are you scared yet?
So they just caught a serial killer here in Jax last week. Turns out, he was a cab driver. Turns out, he looks a lot like a creepy cab driver Bunnygrrl and I used once.

Too many serial killers are too close to my life.
When I was in high school, serial killer Brian Dugan hid one of his victims in my friends' cars. He had dumped the car in the Seavy gravel pits, where a lot of high school kids used go party. Dugan put the nurses body in his car, drove past my house out to the pits, put his body in the abandoned car, and pushed it into a pond. Dugan was later convicted of killing (IIRC) Melissa Ackerman and confessed under hypnosis to killing Jenine Nicarico, both children. He's a lifer in Illinois.
In the late 80s, an Army buddy of mine had another Army friend over who was stationed in Germany. Later my Army buddy got called to Germany to be a witness in a trial. Turns out his friend had confessed to two murders, one a fellow serviceman, to see if he could actually kill, the other a German prostitute, because apparently he could kill. My buddy didn't believe the guy when he tols him about it. The dude was really quiet and creepy when I met him.
One person I met was killed by Jeffery Dahmer. He was the son of the owner of a coffee shop where I once frequented and my roommate was the manager. Even weirder, the store next door was owned by the guy who played Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lamb.
Bunnygrrl's best friend was crazy about a guy whose best friend was later killed by Dahmer. One of my fomer roommates claims to have been approached by Dahmer, but thought so little of him he didn't remember it. He claims friends told him later that Dahmer had tried to pick him up. Course, this roommate told lots of stories.
A former coworker of mine believes he once met Dahmer. Apparently my friend was at the club, Berlin, when Dahmer and another guy sat next to him. Dahmer got up and went to the bathroom, and the guy asked my friend his opinion. The guy wanted to know if he should go home with Dahmer, cuz he was getting a weird vibe. My friend told him he should go with his gut instinct, and the dude left. Dahmer came out and wanted to know where the guy hand gone, and my friend told him he left. Then Dahmer said something that chilled my friend. "Well, that's okay. I'll get him later."
Now this cab driver.

On top of all that, my grandparents once lived a suburb over from John Wayne Gacy (or is it the same suburb?), and I used to hang out among the fomer hunting grounds of Larry Isler (Chicago's northside gay neighborhood).
Are you scared yet?
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