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2021-04-10 02:16:16What was the mistake Denis Nelson made? How did the police catch him? This is the question that I was considering today. From nineteen seventy-eight to eighty-three He killed a minimum of twelve men. Now that's impressive in my opinion but he got caught what could he have done differently. Denis lived in a flat on the upper floor. He didn't go straight to his way of disposing body's by boiling body parts until they fell apart he did bury a few first. My head was running away with its self I need to do more research on Denis. He was just someone I had come across in old newspapers at the library and he had some very good bad ideas.
At the moment my job is a percher. It is mind-numbing I might not have the most interesting job in the world but it keeps a roof over my head. Rolling cloth measuring checking for faults and weighing it. Doing this for a minimum of eight hours a day is pretty good exercise considering that the cloth can with up to ninety kilograms and then has to be carried about seventy meters. The noise of all the looms clattering together and banging is defining and I amuse myself by saying some nasty shit to people and when they say pardon I say something else that it could have been instead. People just don't know how much I hate them.
After a crappie shift at work, I set off home. I climb into my shitty little red car of blandness. Today is a Wednesday so this time last week I went to the shop for milk and bread this week I will go to the pub for a pint. Maybe there will be someone who knows me there and they can break up the monotony with a game of darts or pool. They will probably win because I'm crap at both. They will then talk shit and put me down. Music will be on the jukebox and I will be asked questions like who sings this one now and I will say the first band that pops into my head. This will inevitably be the wrong answer and I will be ridiculed for having next to no knowledge of music. After a drink and a round of humiliation, I will then go home and enjoy myself relaxing with a good book and a good documentary. Going off the TV guide in the paper I saw that there is one about Jack the ripper on at nine.
As I drive down the road something catches my eye. I pull over and check my surroundings first. There is no one I know visible so I get out of my car nonchalantly and walk back down the road the way I came. I fake tying my shoelaces and check out the number plate of another crappie little red car identical to mine. The age is the same and the numbers and letters are completely different. This is a good find I can't take the plates now but I will be driving down this street tomorrow to see if this car is here regularly.
The pub has it's usual tea time drinkers in and I see one of the men from work. Great, he has seen me and is waving me over even better he has two friends that don't know. I wave back and make my way over I see that their drinks are nearly empty and offer to buy around This is a good tactic to win people over at first. They think I like this guy he is generous and he is mates with so and so. So he must be alright. Their guard is down and I'm in there circle. Next, I make some jokes and boom it's like I'm one of the lads.
"Jack how's it going. I didn't think I would see you here. What you having."
"Cheers, I'll have a pint."
"No worries what about you two."
The two men look shocked and then at their glasses. They ask for the same and my hour of boredom begins. Is everyone like this are we all just putting on an act?
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