by Wayne23 » Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:20 pm
5/1: Today is my first official day at work although I’ve been working for a couple of weeks. We buy the Midwest scouting report. We don’t have the budget to recruit nationally or internationally.
#138 recruiting class, which isn’t bad for a school with a Team Prestige of 5.
I have 10 scholarship athletes coming back and no seniors. So we’ll have a lot to teach.
I guess I should talk about my ambitions. I hope to reach the top of the coaching ladder and to wind up at a place like Kansas, or Indiana- a very top flight school. I know that will take some time, but one of the things I have always been is patient. One step at a time. So, I’ll stay at Omaha until I get an offer at a school that will move me up the ladder a little, and then keep trying to move up.
6/25: Things are going good. My #2 assistant is not all in with my practice strategy but his job is to scout our opponents so it doesn’t matter. #1 and #3 are on board.
#3, Jam Harris, is the important one because he’s the bench and practice assistant, and the “psych ‘em up” guy. He’s good with my plan.
6/26: 3 scholarships. We’ll go with 2 and 1, preferably 2 guards but whatever we can get. Probably won’t be easy. But going cheap on assistants leaves me with $43,000 for recruiting so we should be okay with that. It’s convincing kids to come here that will be the problem. Much as I admired Coach and learned from him, he wasn’t very successful, one winning season in the last five, and that one was 15-13.
7/17: A little interest being shown by a couple of recruits, but not much. I knew it wouldn’t be easy.
8/21: We offer to 2 PGs and a C. One of the PGs seems pretty interested but the other two are long shots.
9/11: We lose 2. Not unexpected. Keep trying.
9/18: Lost another one.
Weak schedule. I want wins and a weak schedule will help.
9/25: Got one! PG Ed Sons, #540. We think he’s better than that.
We feel like we’re getting close with a C, but we lost the other PG.
10/2: Got 2! We got a C, #194, and a PG, #373.
1st day of practice. We’re picked to finish 6th in our 9 team conference. I’m aiming for 4th, hoping for 3rd. My A. D. says not to finish last.
I actually like my starting five at first glance. We don’t have much bench though. Still, work it, work it, work it, work it, and hope things develop.
11/6: The 2 exhibition games told me we have a long way to go. 8 man rotation for now:
Junior Ed Brok is at PG. Soph Rasa Jamo starts at SG, subs at PG. Sophs Ty Arch and Pete Howe sub at SG.
Junior Ken Nee is at SF. Junior Sam Bows is at PF. Frosh Ken Bail is at C. Junior Cam Owen subs at SF, PF, and C. He’s fighting for a starting spot.
Let’s see what the regular season brings.
After killing my father I went through some conflict. It was not about killing him, I was fine with that. My conflict was about getting caught. Nebraska has the death penalty and the electric chair was a pretty scary prospect for a 12 year old.
At the same time I knew I would kill again. I even had someone in mind, Ed Fitch. Ed was in my class in school. He was a really big kid and he was a bully. He used to punch me in the arm, hard, every chance he got. My arm was always sore. That had started at the end of basketball season and had continued ever since, and it was affecting my shot. I could barely lift my arm into my normal shooting position. I thought about how I could kill him and get away with it. I thought about it for a long time.
Finally, during the basketball season, I came up with a plan. I knew Ed liked to spend time in the woods. Yes, we lived in Omaha, but we were on the edge of the city and there was a pretty big patch of woods not far from us. Ed liked to go into the woods and catch and torture small animals. I’d seen him do it while I was following him around, which I had been doing for quite a while. He was a dumb ass and he never caught me at it, but then I’m pretty sneaky.
In retrospect I think he probably got the same kick from torturing animals that I got from killing people.
Anyway, when he was doing the torturing he sort of left the world. It took a lot to distract him. I had experimented with breaking tree limbs, which didn’t even get him to turn around. Then I tried throwing rocks near where he was doing the torture. It didn’t get his attention, even when the rocks landed really close to him. Once
I accidentally hit him with a rock and that got his attention, but that was it; I hid behind a tree and he never saw me, just went back to torturing the animal. Then I experimented with sneaking up on him. I got to within inches of him, from behind, and he never noticed. Didn’t notice when I snuck away, either. As long as the sun wasn’t casting a shadow, he would never know I was there.
So now I knew what to do. I set a big rock behind a tree near his favorite torture spot; the rock was big enough to do what I wanted to do but small enough that I could lift it and control it. I waited. On a day in January, the 25th, I followed him into the woods. It was cold but there was no snow or frost to catch my footprints. I waited until Ed had caught a squirrel and tied it down. He started to torture it. I grabbed the rock, snuck up behind him, and bashed in his skull. Down he went and I have no doubt he was dead before he hit the ground. I checked my clothes and my body for blood and stuff. There was some on my hands but not much, and none on my clothes. I wiped the blood and the other stuff off my hands on some leaves. I guess the other stuff was brains although I didn’t think Ed had any. Then I simply turned around and walked out of the woods and headed home.
The next day, a Monday, Ed didn’t show up at school (of course). There was an assembly where the Principal announced that Ed was missing and said that if anyone had seen him over the weekend they should let the principal know. I had been at practice with him on Saturday, but only at practice, and the Principal had said the team didn’t need to report unless they saw him after practice someplace else. So I didn’t say anything.
There was a search. Late Tuesday afternoon his body was found in the woods. It was obvious that he had been murdered and all hell broke loose. Who could have killed a 13 year old boy? And why?
The cops, with a teacher present, questioned everybody in our class, one by one and privately. When they got to me someone had told them that Ed bullied me all the time. They asked me about it. I admitted that it was true, and I said that I didn’t like him at all but that I was sorry he had been killed. They asked me a few more questions but I don’t think they suspected me even a little bit.
The investigation was hot and heavy for a few weeks but then it died down. There just wasn’t any evidence. Sure, they found the blood and brains on the leaves I had used to wipe them off, but that was long before DNA testing was a thing and there were no fingerprints, so that was no problem.
About 5 or 6 months later a homeless guy was arrested for the murder, but they couldn’t pin it on him so they had to let him go. The crime has never been solved.
After the killing I got the same rush of positive emotion I had gotten after killing my father. It lasted a long time and really made me feel good inside. I had no guilt or remorse, any more than I had had the last time. Yes, there was that fear of the electric chair, but that was the only negative.
Just so you know, I never torture my victims. The rush is from ending their lives. I don’t need torture to make me feel good.
I guess this is a good time to mention that I don’t experience the kinds of pleasures that I understand other people feel. I don’t get all excited about how good food tastes. It doesn’t taste like much of anything to me. I just eat because I’m hungry. I don’t experience things that either smell good or smell bad, they just smell. I don’t see beauty in nature or art. I don’t get what people like about music; it’s just noise to me.
One day when I was 13 or 14 a girl got me alone and started kissing me and touching me in… personal places. I didn’t feel anything at all. She realized it, gave me a really weird look, and then just turned around and walked away. I had no idea what that was about. I now know it was about sex, but I’m immune to that, too; I’ve never felt any sexual stirrings. I’ve read about it a lot since then but I have no frame of reference. Oh, the girl was my fourth victim. I don’t forget, and I didn’t forget what she had tried to do to me. I’ll probably tell the details about that later, or maybe not.