Jeffrey Dahmer—whose greatest urge was to have a person who was “totally compliant, willing to do whatever I wanted”— one day, after reading the obituary of an eighteen-year-old, he went to the funeral home to view the young man’s body (which he found so attractive that he immediately hurried to the bathroom and masturbated). After the funeral, Dahmer sneaked into the cemetery late one night with a shovel and wheelbarrow, intending to take the corpse back home, but gave up because the ground was frozen.
"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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