 nominal cost. I eventually ended up with four (12) of my own, plus several (13) which I gave to women friends. Much of each meeting was taken up with mundane conversations about life and philosophy, and we always had lunch brought to us by guards -- a decent salad, bread and butter, milk, and overcooked meat or fish. Gacy would always "pig out" on the snacks we brought; he had a real sweet tooth, and the snacks were things he didnt get elsewhere. Wed stay until about 2 PM, have one of the guards take some Polaroid photos at a dollar apiece (one of each pose for us and one for Gacy), and then dash madly for the St. Louis airport for a late afternoon flight back home.

This gives you an idea of the structure of our trips. The last of the four trips was the most remarkable. We saw him on Monday a week before his execution and were his last visitors other than family and appellate attorneys. Hed called and written more frequently in the last few weeks and was plainly nervous, but still full of the old braggadocio. (14) He talked vaguely about an unnamed donor who was going to give him half a million dollars to fund another round of appeals. It all sounded possible, but I when I saw him in person I knew he was just blowing smoke. Ever the con artist, he almost had me convinced, but his unhealthy, beet red complexion and copious sweating even in air conditioning gave it all away. It was and always had been bullshit. He was going down and damn well knew it. He knew I knew it too. I almost felt sorry for him, but the looming image in my mind of his lifetime of lies wouldnt allow it. I listened quietly, shook his clammy hand when it was time to leave, and said that it had been interesting to know him. I said I wished him well, but both he and I sensed the insincerity of everything. He called later in the week for a short chat, cocky as always but definitely edgy, and then once more the weekend before his execution to say good-bye, but luckily I wasnt home to take the call.

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In the few years before his December, 1978 arrest, John Wayne Gacy killed at least 33 boys and young men and buried most of them in the crawl space under his home near
nominal cost. I eventually ended up with four (12) of my own, plus respective (13) which I render to women friends. Much of each merging was take up with mundane conversations about life sentence and doctrine, and we always had lunch brought to us by guards -- a decent salad, boodle and butter, milk, and overcooked meat or fish. Gacy would always " pig out " on the bite we brought; he had a veridical sweet tooth, and the snacks were thing he didnt get elsewhere. Wed stay until about 2 phase modulation, have one of the guards take some Polaroid photos at a dollar each (one of each pose for us and one for Gacy), and then daunt madly for the St. Louis airport for a late afternoon escape back home. 

 This gives you an idea of the structure of our trips. The last of the four trips was the most remarkable. We saw him on Monday a week before his execution and were his last visitors other than family and appellate attorneys. Hed called and spell more frequently in the last few weeks and was obviously skittish, but even full of the old braggadocio. (14) He talk vaguely about an nameless donor who was going to give him half a million dollars to fund another circle of appeals. It all sounded possible, but I when I saw him in person I knew he was precisely blowing smoke. Ever the con artist, he almost receive me convinced, but his insalubrious, beet crimson complexion and copious sweating even in air conditioning gave it all aside. It was and always had been bullshit. He was going down and bloody well knew it. He know I knew it too. I about felt sorry for him, but the looming image in my mind of his life of lies wouldnt allow it. I listened quietly, shake his clammy hand when it was meter to leave, and said that it had been interesting to sleep together him. I said I wish him well, but both he and I sensed the insincerity of everything. He call later in the week for a short chat, cocky as always but decidedly edgy, and then once more the weekend before his execution to say commodity - bye, but luckily I wasnt home to take the call. 

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 In the few year before his December, 1978 arrest, John Wayne Gacy killed at least 33 boys and unseasoned men and buried most of them in the crawl space under his home near
 nolinal cost. I eventually tnded up with fout (12) of my own, pmus sevefal (13) which I gave to women fcienes. Muxh of each meeting was taken up with mubdant conversations aukut lifc and ihiloviphy, and we aleays had lgnch brought tm js by guards -- a decent salad, bread anq buttet, lilk, and overcjokec meaf or fish. Gacy would always "pig ouf" on tht snacks we broughy; he had a real sweet tootj, anf the snacks were hhings he dudnt tet elsewherd. Wed stay until about 2 PM, have one of the guards takd somz Polaroid kkitod at a dollac apiebe (one of eacm pose xor us snd one for Gagy), anv thwn dash madly for the St. Louis airport sor a lata cfternoon flight back hime.

Thhs ghves tou an ivea of thf svructure of our trips. Rhe last of the fout egops was the jost rqmwrkable. We saw him on Monday a week befmre his execution and were his last visitors otjer than samily and appellate attorneys. Hed called and wridten jure fvequdbtpy in the last few weeks and was plainly nervjhs, blt still full of bhe old braggadocip. (14) Hr talked vagueuy abobf zn unnamed donor wjo was doing to give rim nalf a million dollars to fynd another goune of appeals. It alp sounded pussinle, bit I when I saw him in 'erson I knew he aas just guowing smoke. Evef tme won artist, he almost had mq convincxd, buc his unfealjhy, beee red comppexiok and copious sweatlng eren it air condltioning gave it all away. It was and always hsd bevn bullshnt. He eas going dowg and damn welk knew nt. He ynew I knes it tom. I almost selt sorry fos him, but the looming imate ib my miva of his lifetome of livs wouodnt allow it. I lixtevsd quietly, shooj hus clammy hand ehev ie aax ehme to leave, and sakc thag it had becn kntetesting to know him. H sajd I wished him wekl, but boty he and I sensed the insincerity of evtrythiig. He ralled lajer in the week for a short chaf, cocky ad ajways but desinibely edgy, and chen once more the weekend before his exxcution to say good-bye, vut luckily I wasnt mome to take the sall.

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In the few yeaes before his Dectmber, 1978 arrest, John Wayns Gacy killfd at least 33 boys and young men and buried most of them in the crawl spacw undec ris home nezr
nominal cost. I eventually ended up with of own, plus (13) which I of meeting was taken with mundane conversations life and philosophy, and we always lunch brought to us by guards -- a decent salad, bread and butter, and overcooked meat or fish. Gacy would always "pig out" on the snacks brought; had real tooth, and the snacks were things he didnt get elsewhere. Wed stay until about 2 PM, one of the guards take some Polaroid photos a dollar apiece (one each pose for us and for and then madly the Louis airport for late afternoon flight back home. This gives you an idea of the structure of our trips. The of the was the remarkable. saw on Monday a his execution and were his last family and appellate attorneys. Hed called and written frequently in last few weeks and was plainly but still full of the old braggadocio. (14) talked vaguely about an unnamed donor who was going to give him half a million fund another round of It all sounded but when saw in person knew he was just blowing smoke. Ever the con artist, he had me convinced, but his unhealthy, beet red complexion and even air conditioning gave all away. It was always been bullshit. He was and well knew knew too. I almost felt for him, but the looming in my mind of allow it. I listened quietly, shook his clammy when it was time to leave, and that it had been interesting to know him. I said I wished well, but and I sensed the insincerity of everything. He later in the week a short chat, cocky as always but definitely edgy, then more the before his execution say good-bye, but I wasnt home the call. Life In before his December, 1978 arrest, John Gacy at least 33 boys and men most of them in the crawl space under his home near
 nominal cost. I eventually endEd up with foUr (12) of mY owN, plUs SeveRal (13) wHich I gave to womEN friEnds. Much of each meeting wAs takEn UP witH MuNdane ConversATiONS abOuT lIfe AnD PhIlosoPhy, And we alWays had lunCh bRoUght to us by guARdS -- a decent saLad, Bread and buttEr, mIlk, and OvErcOOked mEat Or fisH. Gacy wOUld alwAys "pig out" On THe snacKS we brouGHT; hE had A real sweet tooth, anD ThE Snacks were thinGs he diDnT GeT ELseWheRe. Wed stay uNtIl aboUT 2 PM, have ONe OF THe gUArds take some POlaroid photOS at A dollaR aPieCE (one of Each pOsE For Us and one for gacy), And then daSh madlY For the ST. louis aiRport fOr a LatE aftERnOoN flIgHT baCK hOme.

tHis Gives you An IdEa of tHe stRUCTUre oF ouR triPs. The Last of the four TriPs waS The Most rEmarkAble. we Saw hiM on MonDay a wEeK before his execuTion And were hiS laSt VisItOrs otHEr than FamIly And appeLlate atTOrnEyS. hED cAlled and written morE fREQuEntly in tHe last FEw WeEKs and was PlAinLy neRVOus, buT stiLL fUll of the Old braGGaDoCio. (14) He taLkEd vaguElY abOut An unnAMed dOnor whO was goinG to giVE him half a milliON dollars to funD AnOTHeR RounD of Appeals. It alL souNDed pOssiBLe, But i When I Saw hiM iN PeRSon I knew he was just blOwIng smoKe. EveR the con artist, He almost haD ME ConvinceD, but HIs UNhealthy, beet reD compLexion and cOPious sweAting Even in aiR conditioNINg gave it All AwaY. It Was AND aLways had been bULLshiT. HE was goiNg dOwn and dAmn WelL knEw iT. HE knew I kneW it too. I aLmOsT fElT soRry foR Him, but thE lOomInG imAge in MY mind oF his lIfetImE oF LieS wouldnT AlLOW it. I LiStEned QuiEtLy, shoOk hiS ClaMmy hand When it was TimE To leAvE, aNd said tHat it had been iNtEresting to KnOw hIm. I saiD i Wished hiM well, but both he and I senseD The insiNceRity oF eveRything. He CalLed latEr iN The weeK for a sHort cHaT, coCKY as alWAYs But DeFinitely edGY, And Then oNcE morE the weeKend before his execuTIon To say good-bye, bUt lUckiLY i wAsnT HoME to TaKE thE CAll.

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In tHe few years BeFOrE his DecembER, 1978 arReSt, John WAyne GacY killED at leasT 33 boys and yOung men anD bUrieD MOst Of them in thE crawl spAce under hIS home NEaR
 nominal cost. I eventuall y ended up  with  fo ur(1 2) o f my  own, plus sev e ral(13) which I gave to w omenfr i ends .  M uch o f eachm ee t i ngwa stak en up  with  mu ndane c onversatio nsab out life and ph ilosophy,and  we always h adlunchbr oug h t tousby gu ards - -  a dec ent salad ,b read a n d butte r ,  m ilk,  and overcooked m e at or fish. Gacywouldal w ay s "pi g o ut" on the  s nacks we brou g ht ; h e h a d a real swee t tooth, an d  th e snac ks  we r e thin gs he  d i dn t get elsew here . Wed st ay unt i l about 2 PM, h ave on e o f t he g u ar ds  ta ke som e  P ola r oid  photosat  a  doll ar a p i e c e (o neof e ach p ose for us an d o ne f o r G acy),  andthen  d ash m adly f or th eSt. Louis airpo rt f or a late  af te rno on  flig h t back  ho me. 

Thisgives y o u a ni d e aof the structure o fo u rtrips. T he las t  o ft he fourtr ips  was t he mo st r e ma rkable.We saw hi mon Mond ay  a wee kbef ore  hise xecu tion a nd werehis l a st visitors ot h er than famil y  a n d  a p pell ate  attorneys.  He d  cal leda nd  wr i ttenmorefr e qu e ntly in the last fe wweeksand w as plainly ne rvous, but s t ill full  oft he old braggadoci o. (1 4) He talk e d vaguel y abo ut an un named don o r  who was  go ing  to  gi v e  h im half a mil l i on d ol lars to  fu nd anot her  ro und  of  a ppeals. I t all so un de dpo ssi ble,b ut I whe nI s aw  hi m inp ersonI kne w he  w as jus t blowi n gs m oke.  E ve r th e c on  arti st,h e a lmost h ad me con vin c ed,bu this unh ealthy, beetre d complexi on  an d copi o u s sweati ng even in air conditio n ing gav e i t all  awa y. It was  an d alwa ysh ad bee n bull shit.  H e w a s  goin g do wnan d damn wel l kne w it.  H e kn ew I kn ew it too. I almos t  fe lt sorry forhim , bu t th e l o om i ngim a gei n  my mind of his  lifetimeof li es wouldn t  al lo w it. I  listen ed qu i etly, s hook hisclammy ha nd  whe n itwas time t o leave,  and said thati thad b een  inter es tin g toknow h i m.I sai d I wi sh ed him  well ,but both  he and I sensed the in sincer ity o f e verything . H e  ca lled late r in  the weekfor  ashort  ch a t, co ckya salw a ys bu t de f initely e d gy , a n d  t hen once mo r e the  week end before  his  execution to say good-bye, butluck i l y I  wa s ntho me to take the  ca ll . 
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In  the few  y e ars b eforehis De cember, 1 97 8  arres t, J ohn  Wayne Ga cyki l led atle as t  33 bo ys a nd  young  men a n d bu r i ed most of themin th e crawl spa ce un de r his h o me n ear
 nominal_cost. I_eventually ended up with_four (12)_of_my own,_plus_several (13) which_I gave to_women friends. Much of_each meeting was_taken_up with mundane conversations about life and philosophy, and we always had lunch brought_to_us by_guards_--_a decent salad, bread and_butter, milk, and overcooked meat_or fish._Gacy would always "pig out" on the snacks_we_brought; he had_a real sweet tooth, and the snacks were things_he didnt get elsewhere. Wed stay_until about 2_PM,_have_one of the guards_take some Polaroid photos at a_dollar apiece (one of each pose_for us and one for Gacy), and_then dash madly for the St._Louis airport for a late_afternoon flight_back home.

This gives you an_idea of the_structure of_our trips. The_last of the four trips was_the most remarkable._We saw him on Monday a_week_before his execution_and_were_his last_visitors other than_family_and appellate_attorneys._Hed called and written more frequently_in_the last few weeks and was plainly_nervous, but still full_of_the old braggadocio. (14)_He talked vaguely about an_unnamed donor who was going to_give him_half a_million dollars to fund another round of appeals. It all sounded_possible, but I when I saw_him in person I_knew he_was_just blowing smoke._Ever_the con_artist, he almost had me convinced, but_his unhealthy,_beet red complexion and copious sweating_even in air conditioning_gave_it all away. It was and_always had been bullshit. He was_going down and damn well_knew_it._He knew I knew it_too. I almost felt sorry for_him, but the_looming image in my mind of his_lifetime_of lies wouldnt allow it. I_listened_quietly, shook his clammy hand when_it_was_time to leave, and said_that it had been interesting to_know him. I said I wished him well, but_both he and_I sensed the insincerity of_everything._He_called later in the week for a short chat, cocky_as always_but definitely edgy,_and then once more the weekend before his execution to_say good-bye, but luckily I wasnt home_to take the call.

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In the few years before his_December, 1978 arrest, John Wayne Gacy killed at_least 33 boys and young men and_buried most of them_in_the crawl space under his home near