Beware the Dangers of Cabin Fever
Following in the theory of a high rate of untimely death in these here parts, I give to you this little tidbit. Our temp secretary left us in August to attend college in Chadron. It's a little podunk town that pretty much doubles when school is in session. It is also the jackhole capital of the world. I've often said that there is no way I would ever live there, because I fear I would at some point snap and commit remorseless homicide on some schmuck who didn't know how to drive/take my order/speak proper English/etc.
Well, it appears I wasn't the only one. Right across the street from the dorm where our lovely ex-secretary lives, a college student was murdered Friday night by his roommate. He was stabbed 50 times, which in my line of work, leads to an obvious conclusion: it was self-defense.
The parents of one of our local principals live there. Scuttlebutt is that the doer fled the scene and ended up at their house. The mother locked herself in the car, and the father was in the bathroom and I guess locked the door too. Somehow, they called their son here in town, and he called 911. I'm fairly certain that was unnecessary, since the neighbors had all seen the freak running down the street wielding two pig stickers. The cops caught the kid, who just happens to be from a small town not far from Chadron. I've always said that living in these backwater towns makes you a little whimsical in the brain pan, but this is a bit beyond that.
My mother has the following rock solid theories as to a motive: a) they were fighting over a girl, b) one of them refused sex with the other, or c) the victim hogged the covers. When I pointed out the likely fact that even a small college can afford a bed for each person, that kinda took option C out of the running. I suggested that perhaps an evening of Rock Band got a little too competitive, but that was soundly mocked as being "a ridiculous reason to kill anyone." Clearly, she's never played Rock Band.
It is pretty scary to think of some punk kid wigging out and stabbing your child to death at college. Aren't drinking, drugs, and knocking up an ugly girl usually higher up the list of Parental Fears? And why 50 times? Maybe I could see it if you were using a penknife, but otherwise, you're just making a mess for no reason.
I haven't heard back from our ex-secretary yet, but since she's petrified of camping, bugs, and fat people wearing Spandex, I imagine she's not too comfortable hanging out at her dorm, what with the hacking up of peers going on nearby. This just confirms one important fact for me: it's always safer to live alone.
Update: Here's a link to the story.
Well, it appears I wasn't the only one. Right across the street from the dorm where our lovely ex-secretary lives, a college student was murdered Friday night by his roommate. He was stabbed 50 times, which in my line of work, leads to an obvious conclusion: it was self-defense.
The parents of one of our local principals live there. Scuttlebutt is that the doer fled the scene and ended up at their house. The mother locked herself in the car, and the father was in the bathroom and I guess locked the door too. Somehow, they called their son here in town, and he called 911. I'm fairly certain that was unnecessary, since the neighbors had all seen the freak running down the street wielding two pig stickers. The cops caught the kid, who just happens to be from a small town not far from Chadron. I've always said that living in these backwater towns makes you a little whimsical in the brain pan, but this is a bit beyond that.
My mother has the following rock solid theories as to a motive: a) they were fighting over a girl, b) one of them refused sex with the other, or c) the victim hogged the covers. When I pointed out the likely fact that even a small college can afford a bed for each person, that kinda took option C out of the running. I suggested that perhaps an evening of Rock Band got a little too competitive, but that was soundly mocked as being "a ridiculous reason to kill anyone." Clearly, she's never played Rock Band.
It is pretty scary to think of some punk kid wigging out and stabbing your child to death at college. Aren't drinking, drugs, and knocking up an ugly girl usually higher up the list of Parental Fears? And why 50 times? Maybe I could see it if you were using a penknife, but otherwise, you're just making a mess for no reason.
I haven't heard back from our ex-secretary yet, but since she's petrified of camping, bugs, and fat people wearing Spandex, I imagine she's not too comfortable hanging out at her dorm, what with the hacking up of peers going on nearby. This just confirms one important fact for me: it's always safer to live alone.
Update: Here's a link to the story.
Labels: death, freaks n geeks, linkage
posted by trinamick at 8:40 AM
8 Comments:
Man, stabbed 50 times in the head, neck and chest. Somebody must have been really, really pissed.
I'd say it's very likely that they're tied for "Worlds Worst Roommate".
It's always worth the extra money to have a single room...
And of course it was self defense. The only other logical conclusion is suicide.
I'm stunned that they merely note that he is 'SUSPECTED' of killing.
I know it's all legalese, but STILL. It struck me as ODD.
Good thing they caught the bastard what done it, 'cause he sure seems whimsical enough.
Rock Band may indeed be the motivation - wonder if there's a bookie out there taking bets on it?
Holy crap...I know a certain former blogger who loves Chadron.
I think I'd move far away.
Turns out our secretary had actually been on his street the night before, collecting canned goods for the Christmas Food Drive. Thankfully no one was home. Of course, he may have offered to carve the holiday ham. He does have experience.
Sure, it's safe to live alone. Until you start to choke on something.
Just sayin'.
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