This is as close to any of this as I’ve come. I hung
out with Dave Grohl a few times when he was in the band
Scream. Of course we all know what happened there. I
never met Kurt, God rest him. But that is as close as
I’ve come to anything this odd.
And this is really a tough and disturbing subject.
What, Star Trek fans aren’t allowed into bars?
In 7th grade I knew a guy named Alfonso. He was one of the popular guys in school. He was in all the sports and helped out everyone that needed it. After 8th grade I never seen him much, only seeing him once or twice a month.
2 years later, there was a small crime spree caused by a guy. One week, a person was shot outside a fast food joint. The next week, gunshots fired near a pizza place. Then the next week, the police stormed an apartment for a drug raid. A guy was sitting in front of the door with a gun and shot the first officer that stormed dead. The officers after that brought out the guns and shot the guy in the apartment dead.
It was found out later in a big investigation that Alfonso was the person responsible for all the shooting and was the guy in the apartment that shot the cop and got killed. His violent behavior was a result of his father’s suicide and his mother’s absense from the home.
The local highway in Visalia is named in honor of the slain officer, James Rapozo. Everyday when I past that sign on the freeway, I never stop thinking about all this.
Hi folks! Long-time reader, first-time poster! (Thought for sure the humourous sex thread would de-lurk me, but it turns out I had more to offer here…)
My first martial arts instructor worked as a mercenary. When he’d take his vacation for a week or two, he’d travel down to Central America or Costa Rica and perform assassinations and such. I happened to be the favored student in the school, so I’d always get to see him making bullets in his office along with him teaching me some techniques that, shall we say, weren’y exactly on the school’s curriculum.
A second martial arts instructor was a narcotics division police officer. He was working undercover and was ‘made’. The informant jumped in a car and was on his way to rat on him when he reached through the window and grabbed him by the throat. The perp rolled up the window and dragged my instructor, trying to scrape him off on cars, trash bins and what-have-you. He eventually extracated himself from the wondow, right before he almost collided with a telephone pole. He suffered various broken bones and abrasions.
Someone I knew for a few years in school became an arsonist a few years back. I can’t actually recall if anyone was killed, but I do know that he was responsible for at least one building being gutted.
Another one of the “tough kids” from my school days was an accomplice to a thrill kill of a homeless man. One of the group he ran with knifed someone, pretty much just to watch him bleed and die.
And, finally, I have practiced on the same shooting range that John Salvi honed his skill at. Salvi, of course, was the man who killed and injured several people at a Brookline, MA abortion clinic.
And to think… all the people who knew me growing up thought I’d be the first one to commit a heinous crime…
When I was 18, I lived in student residence with a guy who later stabbed his aunt 17 times. (She lived, thankfully. However, I can’t imagine she likes to hang out with his identical twin at family gatherings.)
At the beginning of this year, my ex-boyfriend’s brother murdered his wife with a pickaxe and then tried to kill himself. Unfortunately, he didn’t succeed.
I was in a play with a guy in high school who seemed a little strange (hey, who didn’t in high school?) but nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, the summer after the play, he went on a road trip with a couple of friends who were dating to Nevada and decided to kill them both with a rifle.
That’s probably the closest I’ve been to someone who’s committed a heinous crime intentionally.
The next closest is two friends of mine were driving home from work late at night (again, in high school) and a guy was walking drunk down a major highway and dark clothes and they hit the guy and killed him. They were pretty shaken up by this, but no charges were pressed.
Brian
I didn’t think I’d have any until I started reading.
My cousin was shot by a fellow boy scout when he was twelve. I don’t know what ever happened to the other boy, but I know alcohol was involved.
My uncle recently got out for vehicular manslaughter after striking a pregnant woman and causing her to lose her unborn child. He was either drunk or high.
A former shift manager at a place I worked told me once that one of his relatives (brother or cousin) was one of Jeffrey Dahmer’s victims.
And Uzi, what’s wrong with peanut butter and syrup on pancakes?
I thought of two more as I finished reading.
A former junior high history teacher killed himself after being accused of “improper behavior” with a female student. As this was the first time anything like this had ever been reported, I doubt it would have come to anything. Also, I was friends with his daughter and had several sleepovers at their house. I never felt uncomfortable around him, or felt that his daughter was uncomfortable. I hope the girl who accused him rots in hell.
Several years ago, my parents had a foster child. He was the oldest of several. All the children were taken out of the family because they were believed to be part of a Satanic cult responsible for molesting the children and engaging in human sacrifice. My foster brother was eventually removed from our home because they thought his parents were going to find him soon. Sadly, his new foster father pushed him down the stairs and he’s brain damaged and paralyzed for life.
There was a guy I used to be really good freinds with, then he moved off and I Didn’t see him again for a while, until he started working at my freinds tattoo shop. He got involved in th KKK, so I really didn’t care much to be around him. One day I come home from work, and my wife is watching him on TV, being let out of the federal courthouse in Ft Worth. They just showed the case on the learning channels secrets of the FBI or something like that. I appears that he was going to try and blow up a chemical plant in wise county texas, as a diversion for an armored car robbery(to fund his kkk plans). It was kinda wierd seing it on TV again last night, this guy is in most of my wedding photo’s. He and his wife are still sitting in federal prison.
Some ‘friends’ I used to hang with. One night at the local poolhall some kids from a neighboring 'burg came in looking for trouble. An argument started and one of ‘them’ broke a cue over one of my friends head then shoved the broken half in his hand into the guys gut. Amazingly he lived. The next week we went to their town to return the favor. I’m thinking barfight. My ‘friends’ had other thoughts. One of the tougher guys with us just walked in and started stabbing everybody. I freaked. Never seen that much blood in my life. One kid died. No one was ever caught or identified. Still haunts me.
Well, I guess I’ll add my $.02
One of the guys I hung out with in high school dropped out midway through his senior year. He wasn’t a great student and had some problems at home, so he packed up and left the day he turned 18. That summer (just before my senior year) I saw his name in the paper. He and his new roommates had been calling into teen party lines (the chat rooms of the 80’s) saying that they had a safe house available for runaways. They apparently lured a few teenage girls to their house and raped them. This happened in 1989, and I don’t know where he is now.
Then there was the Town Manager. A couple of years after being booted out of his job (he’d managed to piss off everyone from 8 to 80 within a year or two), we found out that he and his brother had been arrested for kidnapping, armed robbery and a variety of other charges. They tried to rob a jewelery store by breaking into the owner’s house and threatening to blow up his wife and daughter with several sticks of dynamite. They were caught before they ever got a single dime, and (again) I don’t know where they are today.
btw, yabob, I think it was Dennis Miller who talked about people finding Jesus only after they’ve completely screwed up their own lives. “Nobody ever finds Jesus on their way to the Prom.”
–sublight.
Not as grisly as some of the stories here, but I’ll go for it anyway: I’m a freelance writer, and recently finished a project ghostwriting the life story of a former career criminal (who is now quite successful in the TV/film industry). Started out as a cop, felt they betrayed him, and then flipped over to the opposite side of the coin, becoming involved in some very serious shit with some very serious criminals. Twice he took part in ‘vengeance’ beatings using things like machetes, clubs, stun guns, lead pipes, etc. I won’t go into details, but both victims were almost certainly seriously wounded for life. At the time he says he didn’t feel sorry for the victims at all; they messed up and they had to pay. Simple as that.
Maybe this should go in the Creepy thread instead, because the spine-tingling thing is that when you meet him, he’s a fascinating, charming guy. I’ve sat and talked to him for hours and enjoyed every second of it.
But negotiations felt a bit hairy when he started to lose his cool once…
By the way, there is an important – in my view – moral point to his story, or else I wouldn’t have agreed to do it. But the whole experience was more than a little bizarre.
Stompy
I don’t know if being the VICTIM of a heinous crime counts as knowing someone but here goes.
I’ve been divorced for quite some time now. My ex-husband and I were not friends when it happened and I don’t know where he is, but there is a reason I don’t completely despise his memory, aside from the fact that I know it takes two to make a divorce.
One night I was home alone asleep. My husband worked third shift you see. A guy who turned out to be a serial rapist broke into the house and you can write the end of the story for yourself. I think it came out I was #3 of 6. When my husband was contacted at work by the police he came at once, was very comforting to me, and never once acted like it may have been something I did myself. The investigation showed I had forgotten to lock the front door. so I can remember the good things about my ex.
The children of a cousin are my heirs(not that I’m wealthy) because after the creep left I called my aunt(folks were out of town) my cousin answered the phone, and after hearing me sob out the first details, got to the house in under five minutes with a baseball bat. He had to have gone the wrong way down one way streets to do it. He never told anyone in the family, and actually doesn’t know about my will. Another relative is the executor, and they won’t talk. Sorry if this story is off track but I thought maybe it fit.
i had two to share, but mikehardware stole one in mentioning the teacher at his high school who killed the principal. see, i go to that school now, and, owing to my one of my classes’ position, i walk over the spot where the man was killed everyday. a creepy feeling.
my best friend grades 3-9 was killed down the road from my house by a drunken friend of hers who had sort of hijacked another friend of mine’s car (i.e. she didn’t know he was drunk, and when he wouldn’t give up the driver’s seat she just let him drive). the car broke a telephone pole, my former best friend flew out, and the car landed on top of her. the driver’s trial for vehicular homicide is in the offing, and i hope he learns to be somebody’s bitch when he goes to jail. prison is better than that bastard deserves.
My dad was in the prison service for many years and had to keep watch over Chopper Reed [sp?] for a long time. He’s pretty famous in Australia at the moment.
He’s supposedly a really nice guy to talk to [or so my dad says] and they’d have conversations for hours.
Ooo, I have one.
I met a murderer. There was a little boy (eddie werner) who was going around door to door selling candy, and a 15 year old boy (sam manzie) lured him into the house, raped him, strangled him, put his body in a suitcase and threw it in the woods.
Yup, I met him. I talked to him online a couple times and it went from there. He was a nice kid. I think he’s currently serving like an 80-year sentence, which is a shame, I know he was really messed up mentally and spending the rest of his life jail isn’t what he needs.
A friend of mine through a boy out of the first floor window at his school when he was 12…
oh and this classmate of mine beat the teacher up when he was 11… weirdo… how the hell did he manage to do that?!
Not quite the same…
… But I once set up a nice spot in a car across the street from a man’s house. I had my rifle zeroed in on his door and everything. I was just waiting for him to walk out the door… and then changed my mind.
See, he had been stalking a woman who I loved (and still love) very much. Any time he came around she would have horrible anxiety attacks.
It was only the thought that she might not be happy that made me change my mind.
Also, one of the guys I went to high school with killed his ex-wife and himselft in front of their kid.
Hmmmm… my best friend once gave a man a lb. of weed to kill someone… the guy got the wrong target. The original target still got the idea, and left town.
Also, for what it’s worth, I think this thread wins the award for most views with the fewest responses. Just my bit of history.
Yes.
Many years ago, in 1991, my former husband and his brother wanted some money. So they went to this guys place that they knew.
The plan was to tie the guy up, steal his stereo equipment and sell it (drug money).
They didn’t count on the guy pulling his gun on them, which my former brother in law then got away from the guy, shooting him, then tying him up, and leaving him there, where he bled to death.
He got 15 to life, 9 of which he’s done already.