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“I was literally singing to myself on my way home, after the killing. The tension, the desire to kill a woman had built up in such explosive proportions that when I finally pulled the trigger, all the pressures, all the tensions, all the hatred, had just vanished, dissipated, but only for a short time.”

David Berkowitz ‘The Son Of Sam.’ The time was between 1976 and 1977. A gun wielding man prowled city streets. His weapon was a .44 revolver, and at first the tabloid tagged him the “. 44-Caliber Killer”. On July 29, 1976, two young women were shot in a parked car in the Bronx. A Younger person, often in parked cars, or dating couples was the target of the killer. One time he shot two women sitting on a stoop. Another time he shot a women walking home from school, trying to protect herself she frantically tried to cover herself with her book, but to no avail. He simply raised the weapon and blasted her. His rampage was not yet over; he’d already killed six people and severely wounded seven more.

At a scene of a double murder, police found a long letter ranting from the killer. “I am ‘Son of Sam.’ I am a little brat,” he wrote. From now on the killer was known by that nickname. The police made no headway and the city was in panic. Finally a break came through when a car was ticketed. On July 31, 1977, a couple was shot and a witness noticed a car driving that had just been ticketed. The ticket was traced through their computer. And name and address came up for one Jewish David Berkowitz, a pudgy-faced postal worker living in Yonkers. When police picked him up they found an arsenal in the trunk of Berkowitz’s car. Son of Sam had been planning an apocalyptic act, a kamikaze assault on a Long Island disco. Now under arrest, Berkowitz explained his bizarre moniker. Sam turned out to be the name of his neighbor, Sam Carr. Who, in Berkowitz twisted mind, believed he was a “high demon”. Carr transmitted his order to kill though his pet dog, a black Labrador retriever. Insane as this story is, Berkowitz was found mentally fit to stand trial. He was sentenced to three hundred years in the pen. While in prison David was assaulted and had his throat slit. He survived, but now has a fifty-six stitch scar permanently marring his throat. He has recently undergone a religious conversion and became a jailhouse televangelist, preaching the gospel on public access TV.

(via partyinhell)

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