“If I go there will be trouble. And if I stay it will be double.” So the song goes. There’s about 44 days before Chicken Shit McGrew and Shotgun Slim are set to sail into the sunset. Chicken Shit is probably thinking about punching cows because cows don’t have fists and can’t punch him back. Ole Shotgun is dreaming of aging lawyers levered off of skeet machines but… that can’t be enough for them, can it? Once you’ve gotten a taste for innocent, undefended blood it’s a hard jones to kick.
I can’t see them just packing it in and heading for Israel where you can bag your limit every day in the occupied territories. Yeah, I know there’s no limit, that’s just a figure of speech. So what’s an unemployed serial killer to do? It should have been a movie; they could have called it “Dean Corll and Elmer Wayne Henley go to Washington.” If it had been a movie you could have chosen not to watch it but we didn’t have that choice.