Date with a devil: Robert Pickton and me | Straight.com

This piece was written by a friend of mine; go read it... now...

Date with a devil: Robert Pickton and me | Straight.com

Edit: The piece has been pulled from Straight, but you can still read it on the Raincoaster blog.

Comments

[Helena]

Thanks for the link. Scary story.

This makes me feel even more confident that it's a good idea to be suspicious when stranges start talking to you. I think I might buy a small cottage in the countryside in the next two years. There I would live in complete isolation from the rest of the world, with James Joyce's Ulysses as my only company.

At least that would help me finish the darn book.

[Judith]

Give up now; you'll never finish it ;p

[raincoaster]

Not only that, but Willy Pickton lived in the country.

Thanks for posting it. For awhile I was afraid the lawyers would make me take it down, but apparently Willy's lawyers aren't that concerned with potential defamation of a convicted 6x murderer.

[Helena]

Hmm, good point. Maybe a small flat in the city. I'll be the neighbour no one ever sees,* like Sean Connery in Finding Forrester. The in my 70s I will change the life of one person.

*I think I actually might already be that person. I still haven't seen the two neighbours who live right next to me, and I moved to my new flat on Janyary 1st. Looking at the situation from their point of view, I _am_ the neighbour they never see. Hmm.

[Shawn]

Wow, how creepy. A friend was at a nursing convention in Milwaukee a number of years ago. A really odd guy kept hitting on her male friend when they were out getting drinks. The guy even was waiting outside their hotel the next morning.

A few months later, they were completely freaked out when the Jeffrey Dahmer story broke, and realized it was the same guy.

Sure makes you never want to talk to strangers.

[Judith]

That is scary. Maybe i'm better off not making any new friends...