“In a sense, his childhood no longer exists. Everything is now part of what he did as a man. Because of that, I can no longer distinguish the ordinary from the forbidding - trivial events from ones loaded with foreboding. When he was four and pointed to his belly button and asked what would happen if someone cut it out, was that… a sign of something morbid already growing in his mind? …When we went fishing and he seemed captivated by the gutted fish<, staring intently at the brightly colored entrails, was that a child’s natural curiosity, or was it a harbinger of the horror that was later to be found at Apartment 213?”
-Lionel Dahmer, the Father of Jeffrey Dahmer.




"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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