Merrick

SON OF SAM.

He stared at himself in the full length mirror, seeing what he had projected, a man of

Power

Wealth

And

Fame

Thank you the Rolling Stones.

He’d quickly tired of Berkovitz, Son of a Damn idiot more like. Had toyed with

the idea of

a……….The Zodiac.

b……….The green River Killer.

As a, had never been caught and b…………well, let’s say, the Jury was out still

on that baby.

The new name came.

Alton D. Brown.

He laughed out loud.

An amalgamation of Alton Coleman and Debra D. Brown. See how smart those Private

Dicks were.

And give a bit of showtime to those neglected folks. The duo, were believed to be guilty

of at least eight murders but then, who’s keeping score. Plus, abductions, beatings,

robbery thefts, sexual assaults of every hue. He shouted

‘My kind of party animals.’

He loved Brown’s un-repentant stance, in court she hollered

‘I killed the bitch and I don’t give a damn, I had fun out of it.’

Ah sweet thing, you had to love her.

As she awaited execution she wrote

‘I’m a more kind, understandable, lovable person than people think I am.’

‘Ditto.’

He exclaimed.

Struck him, he might just use the initials, be part of the zeitgeist where you were fucked

unless you were a an initial

See

BLT

IRS

IRA

LOL

AND HIS FAVOURITE

DOA.

Plus, you got the added bonus of sounding like a Syndrome, which were hot shit now, so

ADB…………………..oh yeah, that was serious virus, lethal you might say.

He sighed, enough fun, he had a lot of work to do and first, was dump the latest wunder-

kind in the East River.