My Neighbor Was a Serial Killer

Name: My Neighbor Was a Serial Killer
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4527232My Neighbor Was a Serial Killerhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/my-neighbor-was-a-serial-killer-9781733003360/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/4239815/db0f0e60-dd4e-45d2-b48a-8a22788d6f8f.jpg?v=638446542160730000164164MXNRUM PublishingInStock/Ebooks/Yes, theres a serial killer in this story, along with a Hollywood producer, an adventure in Europe, and my introduction to a life of crime by the daughter of a prominent actor. Its a true story too.I present it to you as journal entries, almost exactly as I wrote them more than 40 years ago. I have added a little clarification as to whos who and cleaned up a few spelling and punctuation errors. Also, Ive changed some names out of respect for the privacy.Otherwise, this is a truthful account of the adventures and misadventures I experienced after my divorce in 1976.Although I was 28 at the time this occurred, I was always years behind my peers in terms of landmark life events. I didnt even date in high school. I didnt get my drivers license until I was 18. And when I got married at age 24.Id always been a "good boy" too. I didnt drink in high school or take drugs. I made good grades and never got into trouble. In other words, I was an exemplary Baby Boomer--- go to college, serve your country, find a job, get married, have kids . . .Only my wife and I never got to that last part. During the first two years of marriage, we moved around, searching for a place where we both could find good jobs. But when we finally found that place--- Tallahassee, Fla. --- achieved the American Dream and settled into a routine, the relationship began to deteriorate. At least I think thats what happened. I still was the good boy and mostly oblivious. I almost certainly would have stayed married if Lois had not taken the first step.But she told me that she was bored and depressed. By implication, even someone as oblivious as I was could see that she believed I was the reason for her unhappiness. She said she wanted a divorce.In other words, I was free!Not long after, I decided that Id go to Europe. Id always thought about visiting there someday, especially Paris. For reasons I couldnt explain-and still cant-Id always been drawn to that city. So my plan was to buy a Eurail pass and a French-English translation guide, strap on a backpack, and have an adventure!...4357554My Neighbor Was a Serial Killer164164https://www.gandhi.com.mx/my-neighbor-was-a-serial-killer-9781733003360/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/4239815/db0f0e60-dd4e-45d2-b48a-8a22788d6f8f.jpg?v=638446542160730000InStockMXN99999DIEbook9781733003360_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9781733003360_Yes, theres a serial killer in this story, along with a Hollywood producer, an adventure in Europe, and my introduction to a life of crime by the daughter of a prominent actor. Its a true story too.I present it to you as journal entries, almost exactly as I wrote them more than 40 years ago. I have added a little clarification as to whos who and cleaned up a few spelling and punctuation errors. Also, Ive changed some names out of respect for the privacy.Otherwise, this is a truthful account of the adventures and misadventures I experienced after my divorce in 1976.Although I was 28 at the time this occurred, I was always years behind my peers in terms of landmark life events. I didnt even date in high school. I didnt get my drivers license until I was 18. And when I got married at age 24.Id always been a good boy too. I didnt drink in high school or take drugs. I made good grades and never got into trouble. In other words, I was an exemplary Baby Boomer--- go to college, serve your country, find a job, get married, have kids . . .Only my wife and I never got to that last part. During the first two years of marriage, we moved around, searching for a place where we both could find good jobs. But when we finally found that place--- Tallahassee, Fla. --- achieved the American Dream and settled into a routine, the relationship began to deteriorate. At least I think thats what happened. I still was the good boy and mostly oblivious. I almost certainly would have stayed married if Lois had not taken the first step.But she told me that she was bored and depressed. By implication, even someone as oblivious as I was could see that she believed I was the reason for her unhappiness. She said she wanted a divorce.In other words, I was free!Not long after, I decided that Id go to Europe. Id always thought about visiting there someday, especially Paris. For reasons I couldnt explain-and still cant-Id always been drawn to that city. So my plan was to buy a Eurail pass and a French-English translation guide, strap on a backpack, and have an adventure!(*_*)9781733003360_Yes, theres a serial killer in this story, along with a Hollywood producer, an adventure in Europe, and my introduction to a life of crime by the daughter of a prominent actor. Its a true story too.I present it to you as journal entries, almost exactly as I wrote them more than 40 years ago. I have added a little clarification as to whos who and cleaned up a few spelling and punctuation errors. Also, Ive changed some names out of respect for the privacy.Otherwise, this is a truthful account of the adventures and misadventures I experienced after my divorce in 1976.Although I was 28 at the time this occurred, I was always years behind my peers in terms of landmark life events. I didnt even date in high school. I didnt get my drivers license until I was 18. And when I got married at age 24.Id always been a "good boy" too. I didnt drink in high school or take drugs. I made good grades and never got into trouble. In other words, I was an exemplary Baby Boomer--- go to college, serve your country, find a job, get married, have kids . . .Only my wife and I never got to that last part. During the first two years of marriage, we moved around, searching for a place where we both could find good jobs. But when we finally found that place--- Tallahassee, Fla. --- achieved the American Dream and settled into a routine, the relationship began to deteriorate. At least I think thats what happened. I still was the good boy and mostly oblivious. I almost certainly would have stayed married if Lois had not taken the first step.But she told me that she was bored and depressed. By implication, even someone as oblivious as I was could see that she believed I was the reason for her unhappiness. She said she wanted a divorce.In other words, I was free!Not long after, I decided that Id go to Europe. Id always thought about visiting there someday, especially Paris. For reasons I couldnt explain-and still cant-Id always been drawn to that city. So my plan was to buy a Eurail pass and a French-English translation guide, strap on a backpack, and have an adventure!...9781733003360_RUM Publishinglibro_electonico_5f097f5d-8add-38db-b50d-56adebce4953_9781733003360;9781733003360_9781733003360