In 1983 a murder took place in my town. I didn't live here then, but I did read the book that was written about it (twice). It's a fascinating case made even more eerie by the fact that it took place in the town I live in. If you are a true crime junkie like me, it's a must read.
I used to be a hairstylist. Before I had kids, I worked really long (12+ hour) days behind the chair and I got to meet many interesting people from many different walks of life.
One night I had a new client who was referred to me by her sister. She had a really different name. Being a "Chaylene", I can sympathize with others saddled with a fucked up moniker.
We chatted easily and had a couple of laughs before I started cutting her hair. Halfway though the haircut, I brought up her name again. I'd only heard once before, I told her.
"Remember that Hendrick's murder in the 80's?"
"I read that book recently. One of the models that guy used for his business pamphlets had your name. Can you imagine what that was like. I mean, those girls must feel so creeped out knowing they modeled for a murderer!"
"Uh...that was me."
She found a new stylist after that.
For Your Scrapbook
- ► 2008 (100)
- Invasion of the Clutter Snatchers
- Dream a little dream
- One time, I should have kept my mouth shut
- Fair Warning
- Koo Koo Kachoo, Mrs. Robinson
- Sunday Bloody Sunday
- Shoe Porn
- Flip This House
- Got MILF?
- Stupid parents
- Hold me
- Why I never went to medical school
- Maybe it's because we're potty-training
- Christ on a Cracker
- Good Eats
- One time, I almost killed a dentist.
- I'm kind of crazy right now
- ▼ February (18)