By Raymond Sloan
I was the infamous ‘Cereal Killer.’ The ‘savage,’ as one publication put it, because I drowned my first victim in a mass of Rice Krispies.
Next, it might not be surprising, was an insufferable journalist, that I slayed upon a bed of Corn Flakes. And everyone else, I sunk into a bathtub of milk and Cheerios.
I was caught, eventually. The cops walked in on me cramming Fruit Loops down my shrink’s throat.
First night in the clink, I found out my cell mate was a brother of that weasel journalist.
The sicko carved my heart out with his breakfast spoon.
A morbidly delightful tale!
Thank you, Ephra.
He finally ran out of Lucky Charms and had a soggy ending. Good show!
Nicely put, Noland. Thank you.
Justice….served.
Thank you, Charlotte