There was a series of three killings that happened fairly quickly in Missoula.
Somebody looked and said that it looked like an initiation for a male witch.
Turns out, that’s what Wayne was doing.
That’s why I really despise this fooling around with witchcraft.
Wayne rode the bus with my girlfriend.
She told me Wayne was bragging that he’d killed these three people.
Wayne was a year older than me and he was a husky fellow.
I caught him in the hall on the second floor of our high school and told him that I didn’t think it was funny trying to scare my girlfriend.
He gave me this vacant look and walked away.
There was a description of the killer from the last murder.
I thought about it and realized that Wayne fit that description.
I told my girlfriend to talk to our Vice-Principal.
The police came and got Wayne.
They gave him a polygraph and he passed so they let him go.
A few days later, Wayne’s buddy came and told me that Wayne didn’t like it when I stopped him in the hall.
I told him I didn’t care.
He told me that Wayne carried a big knife.
I told him to tell Wayne that if he pulled a knife on me, I would take it from him and stick it up his ass.
Last I heard about Wayne until he was killed.
There’s a book about Wayne. I read it. The author did a paperback edition and added a chapter. The chapter was about a conversation the author had with a psychiatrist about Wayne.
The psychiatrist said that Wayne really wanted to kill the boyfriends of this group of girls he liked.
Yep.
He wanted to kill me.
Well, I’m still here and that devil worshipping piece of crap is getting his reward.
I guess Wayne is reaping his reward for being such an evil dude.
If he played his cards right in the modern era, he’d have a daily show on cable.
Glad you are around and he isnt.