Crazy Road Stories...

[matta]

I really enjoy the road stories on here so I'll share one of the strangest in which I've ever been involved.

I'm about 21 and living in Jackson, MS at this point. Well, The Rack in Memphis has a 128 player bar box tournament every Super Bowl weekend. You have to sign up in advance. It is going to fill up before you arrive. It was a big, tough tournament and we made the trip for a few years in a row. This particular year happened to be my last.

To set the stage, I've got Kirby, Ketchup, Rick, and me all traveling in my car. Kirby and Ketchup are two of my running mates and Rick is Ketchup's friend. I hardly know Rick. I might have met him once before.

Well, on the ride up, Rick is acting strange. He's talking about fighting with his wife. All this crazy stuff. Like holding her down and putting his foot on her throat choking her.

Once in Memphis, we drop by a liquor store. Rick picks up a half gallon of Seagrams 7. Then we hastily make it to the pool room. To say it lightly, I'm pleased to make it to Memphis and get out of the car. I'm glad to have some space between me and freak Rick.

While we are there for the weekend. Rick drinks like a fish. Oh my god, I had hardly ever seen anyone drink like that for 3 days straight. Morning until passing out that night, non-stop with the booze.

He also smokes like a freight train. One after another for 3 days.

OK, here's where this all comes together. I realize nothing amazing has happened yet. We just have a weirdo alcoholic on our hands at this point.

The Monday after, I'm in our local pool room. I get a call at the bar. It's the cops!

The detective starts asking all these strange questions. "Was there dirt on his shoes? Did he act odd? Was he angry or easily irritated?"

Rick, this crazy dirt bag, Ketchup invited on my trip, KILLED his wife that Thursday night. He abducted her from where she went to college. Strangled her. He then took her to where he worked and buried her in a swamp out back with a back hoe he operates during the day.

The next day, Friday, he gets in the car with us for a weekend in Memphis!!! I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

This guy is now in prison for LIFE as he deserves.

This is absolutely one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. I'm glad to look back and know it was many years ago.

 

[BigDogatLarge]

I really enjoy the road stories on here so I'll share one of the strangest in which I've ever been involved.

I'm about 21 and living in Jackson, MS at this point. Well, The Rack in Memphis has a 128 player bar box tournament every Super Bowl weekend. You have to sign up in advance. It is going to fill up before you arrive. It was a big, tough tournament and we made the trip for a few years in a row. This particular year happened to be my last.

To set the stage, I've got Kirby, Ketchup, Rick, and me all traveling in my car. Kirby and Ketchup are two of my running mates and Rick is Ketchup's friend. I hardly know Rick. I might have met him once before.

Well, on the ride up, Rick is acting strange. He's talking about fighting with his wife. All this crazy stuff. Like holding her down and putting his foot on her throat choking her.

Once in Memphis, we drop by a liquor store. He picks up a half gallon of Seagrams 7. Then we hastily make it to the pool room. To say it lightly, I'm pleased to make to Memphis and get out of the car. I'm glad to have some space between me and freak Rick.

While we are there for the weekend. Rick drinks like a fish. Oh my god, I had hardly ever seen anyone drink like that for 3 days straight. Morning until passing out that night, non-stop with the booze.

He also smokes like a freight train. One after another for 3 days.

OK, here's where this all comes together. I realize nothing amazing has happened yet. We just have a weirdo alcoholic on our hands at this point.

The Monday after, I'm in our local pool room. I get a call at the bar. It's the cops!

The detective starts asking all these strange questions. "Was there dirt on his shoes? Did he act odd? Was he angry or easily irritated?"

Rick, this crazy dirt bag, Ketchup invited on my trip, KILLED his wife that Thursday night. He abducted her from where she went to college. Strangled her. He then took her to where he worked and buried her in a swamp out back with a back hoe he operates during the day.

The next day, Friday, he gets in the car with us for a weekend in Memphis!!! I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

This is absolutely one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. I'm glad to look back and know it was many years ago.

That was some pool story.

Dwight



First!

 

[rossaroni]

What's so crazy about this story? Are you telling us you never knew a guy that killed his wife before?!?

 

[ShootingArts]

Don't be so Judgmental!(grin)

I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

Don't be so judgmental! My best friend killed his wife on the front steps of the local hospital right in front of God and everybody. Not too many years later he killed a man in his home. It's true he used a gun but he used it as a club, literally beat his brains out. A good friend, true and loyal. Of course I didn't know about these little minor details in his past until after I had known him a few months!

Afraid I can't match your road story. Just the usual things, my partner and I clipping twenty or thirty cowboys for their money and then leaving the joint with the only two women in the place, just one of the many times I led a parade out the door! The "ladies" were aunt and niece and lived in a small house trailer. I slept with the niece on the couch by the front door and Bobby got the bedroom. I awoke a few hours later to broad daylight and the realization that there were no curtains in the window and only a little broken glass as the cold breeze across my bare butt was making me aware of.

About this time two men pulled up out front in a pick-up truck. A bit awkward as another minor detail that I had noticed the night before was that the front door didn't have hinges or lock after somebody had kicked it in. Were these women married? One? Both? I hadn't asked and I was sure Bobby hadn't sweated that little thing. I slapped the bedroom door to give Bobby a heads-up and jerked on my jeans and my own cowboy boots. No time for anything under the jeans or my shirt, I could fight or travel with jeans and boots on.

We all lived to tell the tale so it was just another day on the road.

Hu

 

[jay helfert]

I really enjoy the road stories on here so I'll share one of the strangest in which I've ever been involved.

I'm about 21 and living in Jackson, MS at this point. Well, The Rack in Memphis has a 128 player bar box tournament every Super Bowl weekend. You have to sign up in advance. It is going to fill up before you arrive. It was a big, tough tournament and we made the trip for a few years in a row. This particular year happened to be my last.

To set the stage, I've got Kirby, Ketchup, Rick, and me all traveling in my car. Kirby and Ketchup are two of my running mates and Rick is Ketchup's friend. I hardly know Rick. I might have met him once before.

Well, on the ride up, Rick is acting strange. He's talking about fighting with his wife. All this crazy stuff. Like holding her down and putting his foot on her throat choking her.

Once in Memphis, we drop by a liquor store. He picks up a half gallon of Seagrams 7. Then we hastily make it to the pool room. To say it lightly, I'm pleased to make to Memphis and get out of the car. I'm glad to have some space between me and freak Rick.

While we are there for the weekend. Rick drinks like a fish. Oh my god, I had hardly ever seen anyone drink like that for 3 days straight. Morning until passing out that night, non-stop with the booze.

He also smokes like a freight train. One after another for 3 days.

OK, here's where this all comes together. I realize nothing amazing has happened yet. We just have a weirdo alcoholic on our hands at this point.

The Monday after, I'm in our local pool room. I get a call at the bar. It's the cops!

The detective starts asking all these strange questions. "Was there dirt on his shoes? Did he act odd? Was he angry or easily irritated?"

Rick, this crazy dirt bag, Ketchup invited on my trip, KILLED his wife that Thursday night. He abducted her from where she went to college. Strangled her. He then took her to where he worked and buried her in a swamp out back with a back hoe he operates during the day.

The next day, Friday, he gets in the car with us for a weekend in Memphis!!! I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

This guy is now in prison for LIFE as he deserves.

This is absolutely one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. I'm glad to look back and know it was many years ago.

Can't top that one, won't even try.

I do have some good road stories in my soon to be complete book. One that isn't in there is the road trip Keith, Bill Mielke, Cecil and I made to Reno about 15 years ago. We got caught in a snowstorm and slid off the road in my Dodge Van. A minute later an Army truck slid off the road and plowed into us, at about 40 mph. Luckily we were facing the same way and he catapulted the van about 100 yards down the road. The back end of the van was crushed in about three feet. We all got hurt, Keith the most severely, and he had to visit the Reno hospital for treatment.

The impact was so great that Bill and I broke the back of the seat with our bodies, when we got whipped backwards. I was sore for a week, all over. But the high back seats may have saved me (and Bill) from serious injury. The Highway Patrol was on the scene quickly and the report made the news all over California, "California State pool champion (Keith) injured in crash."

A bandaged up Keith still played in that tournament and made it into the money. Danny Medina bought the wrecked van from me (1K) and got it home to Colorado, repaired it, and drove it for years afterwards. I did sue the Army for damages. If you ever think about suing the government, don't bother. It's an endless trail to embark on. Somehow my attorney got them to settle with me and pay for the van. It was a nice van that I had just paid $4,000 for a month or two before. That only took a year or so.

 

[Fatboy]

Can't top that one, won't even try.

I do have some good road stories in my soon to be complete book. One that isn't in there is the road trip Keith, Bill Mielke, Cecil and I made to Reno about 15 years ago. We got caught in a snowstorm and slid off the road in my Dodge Van. A minute later an Army truck slid off the road and plowed into us, at about 40 mph. Luckily we were facing the same way and he catapulted the van about 100 yards down the road. The back end of the van was crushed in about three feet. We all got hurt, Keith the most severely, and he had to visit the Reno hospital for treatment.

The impact was so great that Bill and I broke the back of the seat with our bodies, when we got whipped backwards. I was sore for a week, all over. But the high back seat may have saved me (and Bill) from serious injury.

Jay go write your book man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Fatboy]

I really enjoy the road stories on here so I'll share one of the strangest in which I've ever been involved.

I'm about 21 and living in Jackson, MS at this point. Well, The Rack in Memphis has a 128 player bar box tournament every Super Bowl weekend. You have to sign up in advance. It is going to fill up before you arrive. It was a big, tough tournament and we made the trip for a few years in a row. This particular year happened to be my last.

To set the stage, I've got Kirby, Ketchup, Rick, and me all traveling in my car. Kirby and Ketchup are two of my running mates and Rick is Ketchup's friend. I hardly know Rick. I might have met him once before.

Well, on the ride up, Rick is acting strange. He's talking about fighting with his wife. All this crazy stuff. Like holding her down and putting his foot on her throat choking her.

Once in Memphis, we drop by a liquor store. He picks up a half gallon of Seagrams 7. Then we hastily make it to the pool room. To say it lightly, I'm pleased to make to Memphis and get out of the car. I'm glad to have some space between me and freak Rick.

While we are there for the weekend. Rick drinks like a fish. Oh my god, I had hardly ever seen anyone drink like that for 3 days straight. Morning until passing out that night, non-stop with the booze.

He also smokes like a freight train. One after another for 3 days.

OK, here's where this all comes together. I realize nothing amazing has happened yet. We just have a weirdo alcoholic on our hands at this point.

The Monday after, I'm in our local pool room. I get a call at the bar. It's the cops!

The detective starts asking all these strange questions. "Was there dirt on his shoes? Did he act odd? Was he angry or easily irritated?"

Rick, this crazy dirt bag, Ketchup invited on my trip, KILLED his wife that Thursday night. He abducted her from where she went to college. Strangled her. He then took her to where he worked and buried her in a swamp out back with a back hoe he operates during the day.

The next day, Friday, he gets in the car with us for a weekend in Memphis!!! I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

This guy is now in prison for LIFE as he deserves.

This is absolutely one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. I'm glad to look back and know it was many years ago.

How did your friend get the name"Ketchup"?

thats a scary story, that guy was stressed for sure, glad your ok. is he still locked up??


I have one similar, about 9 years ago when my biz had about 200 employees I was there 3 or 4 days a week, and knew most of them. One day a lady who worked in customer serivce was 4 hours late for work, she was suppost to be in at 7am and got in around 11 or 12. She looked a little rough around the edges, I was watching her on the security camera when her supervisor walked up and asked her why she was late for work. He came right into my office after she told him why she was late. She said "I finally killed that MFer, I got sick of him beating on me". I heard every excuse ever but this was over the top, she was a good worker in her mid 50's. So I went to talk to her-I was curious, I asked if she was ok, she said "yes". So we just decided to let it go for the day.


The next day sure enough it was in the paper, they named her, what she said, everything matched up. We didnt know what to do she was just going on as usual with her job but was late a few days later. We were going to terminate her for being late, we were all scared to fire her because she had already killed one person that week, there was about 5 or 6 of us talking about letting her go, we were all looking at each other seeing who was going to fire her-nobody including me was going to!! It was surreal and kinda funny between us we all had big eyes etc-you had to be there to see how funny/weird it was. She disappeared the next day forever.


i have 2 more weird storys like this.

 

[Nostroke]

How did your friend get the name"Ketchup"?

thats a scary story, that guy was stressed for sure, glad your ok. is he still locked up??


I have one similar, about 9 years ago when my biz had about 200 employees I was there 3 or 4 days a week, and knew most of them. One day a lady who worked in customer serivce was 4 hours late for work, she was suppost to be in at 7am and got in around 11 or 12. She looked a little rough around the edges, I was watching her on the security camera when her supervisor walked up and asked her why she was late for work. He came right into my office after she told him why she was late. She said "I finally killed that MFer, I got sick of him beating on me". I heard every excuse ever but this was over the top, she was a good worker in her mid 50's. So I went to talk to her-I was curious, I asked if she was ok, she said "yes". So we just decided to let it go for the day.


The next day sure enough it was in the paper, they named her, what she said, everything matched up. We didnt know what to do she was just going on as usual with her job but was late a few days later. We were going to terminate her for being late, we were all scared to fire her because she had already killed one person that week, there was about 5 or 6 of us talking about letting her go, we were all looking at each other seeing who was going to fire her-nobody including me was going to!! It was surreal and kinda funny between us we all had big eyes etc-you had to be there to see how funny/weird it was. She disappeared the next day forever.


i have 2 more weird storys like this.

I missing something-why not call the cops? Wouldnt they come and get her immediately? Or are you saying she was out on bail?

BTW-in my life i have been known 4 murderers (before the act) pretty well. Not one of them you would have guessed in advance.

 

[Fatboy]

I missing something-why not call the cops? Wouldnt they come and get her immediately? Or are you saying she was out on bail?

BTW-in my life i have been known 4 murderers pretty well. Not one of them you would have guessed in advance.

they questioned her that night-she shot him around 9pm, took her in questioned her and that was it. my office was about a mile from the jail where they would have taken her, she looked rough like she hadnt been to bed and been in the same cloths for a day or two. I guess it was determined that it was justifyable right there, in NV if you blast someone climbing into the window of your house, they take the body, take pics, do the paper work case closed. I just know she said she killed the guy and it was in the paper the next day and it all matched up. she looked funny that day as in rough, tired, wrinked cloths, bad hair etc. it all added up.


my dad's co-worker killed his 6 month old baby-i met the guy, nicest guy ever. how scary is that(he got life)

 

[Natural]

What a story! This site keeps getting better and better

 

[ShootingArts]

funny!

I had to laugh about the thought of everybody standing around wide eyed scared to fire her. My old running buddy in high school and for a few years afterwards was a very large cajun. I quit hiring him after I had to fire him two separate times a few years apart. One of the companies I worked for as a foreman hired him back on another job. He was using drugs and screwing up, the same things I had told them about when I had to fire him. However he had spread the word far and wide that he was gonna kick ass all the way from the foreman to the company owner if anybody had the guts to fire him. Nobody doubted that he meant it and could do it. They eventually came to me with their problem. The company had given me a raw deal a year or so before so I just laughed. "Not my problem!"

The only person he ever killed was himself but when I went to check on him earlier that night he was barricaded in a hallway with a deer rifle trained on the front door. It was four in the morning and the door was open just a crack. I had a pistol in my belt knowing how flaky he was but I took a long look at that door and decided I would ride to the nearest pay phone and call him. Other people had contacted me and also the police. When they arrived twenty minutes later, before anyone he would have shot, he shot himself.

I have went through a door three or four times when I had every reason to believe there was someone with a gun on the other side of the door. Not going through that one is the reason I am here to type today.

Hu

How did your friend get the name"Ketchup"?

thats a scary story, that guy was stressed for sure, glad your ok. is he still locked up??


I have one similar, about 9 years ago when my biz had about 200 employees I was there 3 or 4 days a week, and knew most of them. One day a lady who worked in customer serivce was 4 hours late for work, she was suppost to be in at 7am and got in around 11 or 12. She looked a little rough around the edges, I was watching her on the security camera when her supervisor walked up and asked her why she was late for work. He came right into my office after she told him why she was late. She said "I finally killed that MFer, I got sick of him beating on me". I heard every excuse ever but this was over the top, she was a good worker in her mid 50's. So I went to talk to her-I was curious, I asked if she was ok, she said "yes". So we just decided to let it go for the day.


The next day sure enough it was in the paper, they named her, what she said, everything matched up. We didnt know what to do she was just going on as usual with her job but was late a few days later. We were going to terminate her for being late, we were all scared to fire her because she had already killed one person that week, there was about 5 or 6 of us talking about letting her go, we were all looking at each other seeing who was going to fire her-nobody including me was going to!! It was surreal and kinda funny between us we all had big eyes etc-you had to be there to see how funny/weird it was. She disappeared the next day forever.


i have 2 more weird storys like this.

 

[matta]

How did your friend get the name"Ketchup"?

thats a scary story, that guy was stressed for sure, glad your ok. is he still locked up??

Yeah, Rick got life. I'm not too worried about running into him again.

Ketchup, I like this story a bit too. He was in the local pool room late one evening when almost everyone had already left. Just Ketchup and the bartender left in the room.

Well, Ketchup is in the back playing one of the poker machines when the bartender hears "BOOM" and glass shattering. And here comes Ketchup calmly walking out the door and gone for the night.

Well the bartender heads to the back to see what happened. He had taken a bottle Heinz Ketchup and thrown it like a football right through the screen of the poker machine.

THERE WAS KETCHUP EVERYWHERE!

So that night, Ketchup lost a bunch of money in a poker machine, bought a poker machine, and landed a great nickname which immediately stuck.

From that day on, everyone called him Ketchup.

I have one similar, about 9 years ago when my biz had about 200 employees I was there 3 or 4 days a week, and knew most of them. One day a lady who worked in customer serivce was 4 hours late for work, she was suppost to be in at 7am and got in around 11 or 12. She looked a little rough around the edges, I was watching her on the security camera when her supervisor walked up and asked her why she was late for work. He came right into my office after she told him why she was late. She said "I finally killed that MFer, I got sick of him beating on me". I heard every excuse ever but this was over the top, she was a good worker in her mid 50's. So I went to talk to her-I was curious, I asked if she was ok, she said "yes". So we just decided to let it go for the day.


The next day sure enough it was in the paper, they named her, what she said, everything matched up. We didnt know what to do she was just going on as usual with her job but was late a few days later. We were going to terminate her for being late, we were all scared to fire her because she had already killed one person that week, there was about 5 or 6 of us talking about letting her go, we were all looking at each other seeing who was going to fire her-nobody including me was going to!! It was surreal and kinda funny between us we all had big eyes etc-you had to be there to see how funny/weird it was. She disappeared the next day forever.


i have 2 more weird storys like this.

This is murderer #2 I've known. Luckily he wasn't a good friend nor did I have to EVER see him again after that trip. He was immediately hauled off to jail for good.

Btw, I could see all you big burly men fighting over who is going to fire this woman. "I'm not doing it!! Have you lost your mind?!?! She just killed a man!!" I would have been calling the big wigs. "Guys we have a situation down here that needs to be handled..."

 

[bfdlad]

Man, part of me hopes this isn't true because I don't want to condone murder. The other part hope it is true just because its a great story.

 

[matta]

What's so crazy about this story? Are you telling us you never knew a guy that killed his wife before?!?

Man, sarcasm on the internet is so hard to pick up

By the way, I like your avatar. The goofy smiling dog cracks me up a little.

 

[jimmy-leggs]

I really enjoy the road stories on here so I'll share one of the strangest in which I've ever been involved.

I'm about 21 and living in Jackson, MS at this point. Well, The Rack in Memphis has a 128 player bar box tournament every Super Bowl weekend. You have to sign up in advance. It is going to fill up before you arrive. It was a big, tough tournament and we made the trip for a few years in a row. This particular year happened to be my last.

To set the stage, I've got Kirby, Ketchup, Rick, and me all traveling in my car. Kirby and Ketchup are two of my running mates and Rick is Ketchup's friend. I hardly know Rick. I might have met him once before.

Well, on the ride up, Rick is acting strange. He's talking about fighting with his wife. All this crazy stuff. Like holding her down and putting his foot on her throat choking her.

Once in Memphis, we drop by a liquor store. He picks up a half gallon of Seagrams 7. Then we hastily make it to the pool room. To say it lightly, I'm pleased to make to Memphis and get out of the car. I'm glad to have some space between me and freak Rick.

While we are there for the weekend. Rick drinks like a fish. Oh my god, I had hardly ever seen anyone drink like that for 3 days straight. Morning until passing out that night, non-stop with the booze.

He also smokes like a freight train. One after another for 3 days.

OK, here's where this all comes together. I realize nothing amazing has happened yet. We just have a weirdo alcoholic on our hands at this point.

The Monday after, I'm in our local pool room. I get a call at the bar. It's the cops!

The detective starts asking all these strange questions. "Was there dirt on his shoes? Did he act odd? Was he angry or easily irritated?"

Rick, this crazy dirt bag, Ketchup invited on my trip, KILLED his wife that Thursday night. He abducted her from where she went to college. Strangled her. He then took her to where he worked and buried her in a swamp out back with a back hoe he operates during the day.

The next day, Friday, he gets in the car with us for a weekend in Memphis!!! I SPENT THE WEEKEND WITH A MAN WHO HAD JUST KILLED SOME ONE!!!! I EVEN SHARED A HOTEL ROOM WITH HIM!!!

This guy is now in prison for LIFE as he deserves.

This is absolutely one of the craziest things that has ever happened to me. I'm glad to look back and know it was many years ago.

That is F-ed up! Great story though.

 

[jay helfert]

I got two or three stories in my book that will curl your toes. No one got killed, but it was close. And I was the intended victim.

 

[matta]

I got two or three stories in my book that will curl your toes. No one got killed, but it was close. And I was the intended victim.

Well, what are you waiting on. We are all ears. You always have some good ones. Let's hear it.

 

[poolhustler]

You're lucky he was plastered the time you spent with him!!!!!!

 

[Pinocchio]

?????????????

We were in Arkansas in the late 70's, me an my roadie pard Stev. We heard of a joint that was supposed to be a tough place to play. Stev wanted the action but I thought it would be better to pass. It turned out to be the usual, Stev talked me into going.
Its two days later and here we are in Side Bar Barbeecue an Family billiards . The way Stev got me to go was he promised he would do all the playing. When we walked inside I saw the mark. He wore a revolver with a 6" barrel and a Bowie knife. The player (who shall remain anonymous to protect the innocent) and a roadie named Little Peewee were playing a set of 9 ball. We got a booth and watched a couple of games. Then the player dogged an 8 ball and it really turned ugly quick. The player drew his Bowie and in the same breath said "you sharked me" and cutoff little Peewee's head. We were dressed the part and the player thought we were local. We commenced to bury the head and barbeecue little Peewee and eat him. When the feast was over Stev didn't want the action an we left town. This is the only time I've ever seen my roadie buddy Stephen King ever back down from any action. I think we were lucky to escape into the swamp that night........... That was my last road trip with my buddy Stev. He gave up pool to become a writer. I don't know how all that worked out!
Pinocchio

 

[uwate]

firing people when you think they have homocide on their mind is sure scary. One time at my office this guys wife calls leaves a message at 7am saying that she wanted to warn us that her husband was on the way in and was probably armed. And that he was keeping a running diary of who he would like to kill in office. He even had a short list of the top ten that would die. Then she tells us he is schizophenic and is not taking his meds. good luck she says, it just didnt feel right to not call you all and say nothing. cya...click

This was a message left on an answering machine and the totally freaked out staff had everyone from legal to HR and shipping (where are the muscle guys are) listen to this. So we decide this is actionable and call the cops. Miami Dade is waiting for him in the lobby and take him into custody and search him for weapons. He doesnt have any. He then claims that while nearly all of what his wife said was true (Crazy, not on pills, fantasizes about killing staff, has a hit list in his journal..all absolutely true) he still is a good worker and shouldnt be fired for journal fantasy.

We decided that we had not choice but to fire him that moment and sent him off. The guy was just too calm and nonchalant about yes I fantasize about killing all of you alot, that it really was a no brainer as to what to do. We didnt even want him in the office to pack his stuff and had Miami Dade Police escort him off the property and give him a trespass warning. We packed his desk stuff and shipped it to his house with his last check. People who worked near the entranceway and by the windows in our office didnt like it so much for the next week or so. I spent about a month always looking out the door to see if i could see any signs of this guy before I left the building.