Dear diary,
January 29, 1977
That damn dog won’t stop barking at night and now it visits me at my home! And the voices in my head are still there – but now I know how to silence them for a little while. Tonight I found a couple making out in the Pontiac Firebird – they never saw me coming, I just walked up raised my bulldog revolver and squeezed the trigger. The passenger window shattered and the woman’s brains covered the windshield as my bullet smashed through her temple – at once the voices stopped, my mind was at rest…
March 8, 1977
My damn neighbours dog Harvey refuses to leave me be, talking to me hour after hour – but tonight surely I have shut those other voices up for good, it was so damn impressive. I was walking on the footpath when approached by a young collage girl – she even stepped aside to let me pass but I just pushed my gun into her face and fired! It shredded through her top lip-splitting it in half and sending the first fall of blood down her shirt - smashed several teeth on it’s way straight up before finding it's resting place in her brain!!She was dead before her skull smashed onto the pavement.
April 16, 1977
Will someone shut up that damn dog!! What is it that you want for me Harvey? – I’ve already killed two tonight. A young couple making in out in their car, I got them both in head – I can still picture the back of her hair convulsing as each bullet smashed out the back of her skull in that spray of red mistthat i have come to know so well,i can still see the brain fragments slowly sliding their way down the front of the Passenger side seat...
April 18,1977
They’re calling me a madman? It’s the dog they should be chasing- I had left them a letter at my last killings so the police could understand my reasoning but they say I made no sense – the work and raving of a madman. I even told them about my father Sam – he’s a vampire you know – they must of seen something in that they liked – now they’re calling me the “Son of Sam”
August 10,1977
I know I’ve Neglected you my friend-but these last weeks have passed so fast – A few months ago I finally did it, I picked up my .44 – walked next door and looked Harvey right in the eyes before blowing his doggy brains all over my neighbours yard! Finally I thought peace would return to my conficted mind,but it returned !! Believe me for it is true,the Damn dog is the Devil it self – Returning from the dead to haunt me , but I know it won’t be for long.I heard the Cops are on to me,maybe not true but the facts were good – All to do with a stupid Parking Ticket – Can you believe that,The Son Of Sam – About to be caught by nothing more than a simple Parking Ticket…Thank God,Maybe in Death,I’ll find Peace
Author notes
Son Of Sam did his final killing on July 31st 1977,August 10 he was arrest due a witness reporting seeing a strang car in the neigbourhood of the murder - she also stated the car had received a parking ticket.Son Of Sam confested to all murders but said that he was ordered to do by his Neigbours demonic dog harvey...WACKO
Written November 14th, 2003
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wow! crazy, just walking along like murder is aspirin! dr. says just go bam bam! and call me in the morning! Very well portrayed! Write on! -
Very, Very Good
Great write, I like the diary format. Too bad David's "Son of Sam Insanity Plea" didn't fly. He has his own website now, he's a born-again Christian
LOL Enjoyed it immensely 
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Not what I expected - not what I would write in my diary - but to each his own. You certainly described what you did and to whom.
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wow this was a very interesting piece. i guess it was good, but as i have a soft sport for dogs, the whole dog part kinda got me all not into reading it. but good write.
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Dood...If I could I would applaud this more...But it won't let me...
...Great write!...Good luck...~~Sarah
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yeah man i love the whole son of sam story. i mean a legitamate whack job is always good for a poem. i toatally dig the accuracy mixed in with the gross perfect imagry. good stuff here great insight
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I will explain the reasonings i likey so much in other commentary...You do so much goody here, you no nkow, all happy little tingly rising in belly...Son of Sam, so obvious, used must be so strong normal speech...You has a goody thinking, and putty all crazy crazy in good place...much likey...
Jean Pierre
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