February 1, 2008
I went home today and I was greeted by a truly gruesome scene. My son Mike had had a fight with his girlfriend that morning, and he had stabbed her to death. But that wasn't the worst of it. He had put her naked body in the bathtub and he'd started to saw her to pieces, then it seems he'd gotten distracted and he'd taken her head and hollowed it out, brains all over the bathroom, and he'd turned it into a kind of a candle holder. I could come to but one conclusion: The system had failed my son.