In prison, Little drew the faces of his victims from memory. He claims not to remember their names or anything about them other than their face. The faces Little drew encapsulate the last moments of their life from the perspective of very the man who took it from them.
None of these women have been identified.





"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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