Sunday morning I'm sitting on my couch, tapping on my laptop. Jaime's asleep in my bed, New York 1 is on TV. I'm not paying much attention. "Mumble mumble double murder... mumble Flatiron District..." I look up, since Jaime's office building is in the Flatiron District. They're showing a crime scene. The caption says "36 West 25th Street."

It's Jaime's building.

Some asshole kidnapped his own children, brought them to the basement, murdered them with an axe, and hid their bodies there. He's the building manager. Jaime dealt with him on a regular basis about maintenance issues. She says they used to kid around with him about how he looks just like Christopher Walken. You know, the actor who always plays a near-psycho who's just about to crack.

I thought about waking Jaime up with "I've got bad news -- they found the bodies of those kids I killed and stashed in your basement" but decided instead to just tell her straight. She still thought I was pulling her leg until she saw the news for herself.

The New York Post cover today reads "MONSTER DAD" (see attached gif)

Creepy -

- Alex