Chilluminati Podcast - Episode 320: Richard Chase Part 1 - His Blood is Dusting

Episode Date: October 19, 2025

The spooktacular season continues with a Vampire theme'd serial killer. Mike, Jesse and Alex tackle Richard Chase Part 1! Thank you to Factor Meals - http://www.factormeals.com Code chill50free Hero Forge - http://www.heroforge.com Code: Chill All you lovely people at Patreon! HTTP://PATREON.COM/CHILLUMINATIPOD Jesse Cox - http://www.youtube.com/jessecox Alex Faciane - http://www.youtube.com/user/superbeardbros Editor - DeanCutty http://www.twitter.com/deancutty Show art by - https://twitter.com/JetpackBraggin http://www.instagram.com/studio_melectro

Hello, everybody and welcome back to the Chulminati podcast, episode 320. As always, I'm one of your host, Mike Martin, joined as always by the beautiful smitty my dog welcome to the show my dog he's gone he heard something it's like you know what it feels like is like i'm going to give dean a little extra work dean i want to take those barks i want to re i want to remix it to a sick

or we can just restart dean oh we can just restart yeah yeah we can just restart yeah it's fine too hello everybody and welcome back to the cheluminati podcast episode 320 as always i'm one of your host mike martin joined by the delectable uh succulent ever lickable Alex and jesse welcome back boys lickable go on lickable nibbleable are you my dog nibblebleble is the worst word nibble nibble is like that's like we just can make a t-shirt that says i'm nibbleable i'm nibbleable is nibble is like the name of like one of the like fifth dimensional imps that Superman has to deal with

that nobody knows what to say his fucking name. The actual way to say it's soups is nibbleable. I haven't read any of the stories where like mix and pixels involved because I'm like, how do you lose? How do you get him to say his actual name other than bad writing? You know what?

Just going along with our theme here on the show, Grant Morrison wrote a great action comics run to kick off the new 52 that has to do with fifth dimensional imps. reality and the nature of reality and what kind of story you could tell with a fifth dimensional imp. Think about it this way.

Think about it this way. If you're a comic book character and there's somebody from outside the dimension who reaches towards you, you would see it from the page as five circles, right? Yeah. Essentially, yeah. So there's something at play there, right? I don't know. I don't know. Just

there you go. I mean, maybe there's something at play there. If there's more to what you were explaining? There definitely is. And you cannot find the answer at patreon.com slash shluminati pod. I did original. I had a podcast like five years ago where you could, where I talked about that very thing, but that's defunct. You can go listen to it. It's out there. But don't do that. Any good creative has a buried like cemetery of failed projects behind them. Yeah. And if you're smart, you re-monetize them again. Exactly. And that's what you're

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Don't. Of course. And share. And share publicly with everybody. Spend absurd amounts of time. You guys are going to love my minisode topic for this week. I'm excited to. Can I just tell you the name of the article from GQ that I'm going to be talking about?

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None of this is appropriate. That was just me. That was just me giving you guys a little tease of what's coming up. We'll never, we'll never get a presidential nominee on at this rate. What are you talking about? That's how you blow up. No, we got to have someone on,

but we got to have the one on who's like, you know, aliens aren't inside job. We need to have that guy on. I want him on. I would love to. I don't think anyone who runs from prison every year. Bo Grits, get him on. Yeah, let's get Ed Balls on. Remember that guy?

Sure. See, but they're going to be like, I'd love to come on. Let me listen to one episode. It's going to be like, anyway, so there I was, Busted Nutt. And they'll be like, that's how we attract the audience.

They'll be like add to library. And then they won't give us a brand deal, but they will listen to the show because that's what my career has been about. That's kind of. people enjoying my my stuff and me not making any money at all that's that's there eventually we can get like you with all your help we can get to a size where brands can't ignore us regardless of content that's just a whole ass hurdle not maxing all the time they're gonna be able they won't

be able to stop us from getting me and these brand you can't keep calling nutmasing a thing like it's a thing it's it's real according to charlie suzniq we can't keep doing this not but this is in the most reliable wellness section Do we move on? It's Halloween. It is Halloween. Some may even say the spookiest season. Yeah.

And I asked Mathis to bring us a tale of murder or something like that. Yeah. And he said, The true crime. He said, let me check my Rolodex, bitch. He didn't say that,

but he said something to that effect. Something like that. I've got a list, you know, much like many of the serial killers we talk about. So I hope you all have your serial killer bingo car dusted off. It's been a little while. We're going to be diving into a two-part.

harder today, uh, talking about one of the more infamous serial killers from the 1970s, the vampire of Sacramento, Richard Chase. Oh, like, all right. I have to ask up front, is this a vampire? He believes to be. Like a person who drinks blood. He believes to be. Yes.

If you, if that is your singular defining feature of a vampire is do they like put blood in their in their mouths and drink it, then yes, he is. I'm just, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just trying to figure out what layer of nickname this person has, because in the past, we've had some killers who when we hear their nickname, you think, oh, that's going to be this. And in, in fact, it is not at all. There was no Kentucky in the Kentucky cannibal. That's right.

That's correct. He was from like, Ohio wasn't from there. He passed through. I think, that's what I'm saying. So like, I, if you're going to call this guy a vampire, I need to know, we're drinking blood. I don't care if he lives forever. I just need the blood level in there. The blood level's there.

And while we'll see a little bit of it today, we will see most of it next week. Next week is the very, very gory bits. But yeah, I mean, as we all come to scene on this show, time again. Next week's going to be messed up. This week is going to be very bloody. It's all about jizz, baby.

No, and nutmaxers who think that they're vampires. This guy, Dick Chase. Yeah. As we're seeing on this show, and learn time and time again over the many years we've been doing this often against the will of my friends and co-host the most terrifying monsters aren't from folklore fiction but the people

that often just seem normal and walk among us and are just murderous monsters in the background and this story unlike a lot of other serial killers we talked about this story isn't just a kind of like typical serial killer murderer this is like a complete and catastrophic disintegration of somebody's mind, his entire psyche falling apart from the moment he was born. Like, we're talking about a man who genuinely believes his, or believed his own blood was turning to powder and that the only way that he'd be able to survive was to consume the blood of others to get, like, like, and it all begins with the classic warning signs. We're talking torturing animals as a kid.

What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm, that's why I need you serial killer blood, like card ready. You're opening with this man thought his blood was powder turning to powder. And the only way that it can be fixed, the logical decision is to drink blood that he got from people he killed. You're like, this man's mind fell apart from when he was a child. He thought his blood was powder.

That's an insane thing to say. He thought his blood was powder. There's so many ways you can prove it's not There's just so many ways Oh my God So yes, get your fucking serial killer Do you ever like fall down or You'll it all begin

Paper cut or You'll see, you'll see Let me keep going It all begins Does he think he like when he shakes Does he make like a rattle Like it's like when you put like a little nut in like a can like in a 1930s cartoon He's like a spray paint bottle

Yeah you shake him up first Oh my god This this particular killer spirals into like your typical classic warning signs for many of them Torturing animals an obsession with fire Spirles into psychotic like bizarre delusions including the conviction That his heart would randomly stop stop beating or that his cranial bones were shifting out of place. These are all things that he believed were happening to him.

Yeah. Yeah. I don't know. I don't want to get in the way. I'm just reacting physically to what you're telling me. That's it. Yeah. This is a chronic, like this whole story is a story of systemic, systemic failure at every

level. He started out looking inside your veins. we started we started not just like he was a boy who had a rough childhood we started like his bones were made of dust you told me to dust off the bingo card

I didn't know it was about the dust I thought it was about the bingo card I'll tell you what that's not on there man that's not on my card thought his fucking blood was powdered no not on the bingo card that's your yeah that's not on there I thought you told me this motherfucker was going to get

bonked in the head that's what I was happens. It's like he bought they got bonf in the head and then they found 13 bodies under his house. He thought his blood was powder dude. Powder! Listen, do some vampire Sacramento. Like,

even the logic doesn't make sense. I'm going to suck your blood to replace the powder in me. I think it's like visual. I think you got to imagine that you first of all. Where's the powder go? First of all, no, first of all, erase all knowledge of. He's dying. Like, no, his blood is turning to powder and

the only way to stop it is to drink blood, which keeps his blood liquid. All right, no, we're good. It's like a crank. Because his blood is in the process of becoming powder. Right. Not powderified yet.

No, no, he's not born powder. All right. No story checks out. This is linear. No. Okay.

Okay. Yeah, exactly. Like, and like I said, the failure of his life begins with a toxic family that planted the seeds of paranoia

that he dealt with for the rest of his life. Like your blood one day, it's going to turn into powder. And you're going to do anything to be able to fix it. And obviously, this is the, this is the 60s and 70s or until 50s, 60s and 70s. So the mental health system just repeatedly failed this man and did not recognize the ticking time bomb that was sitting in their care, the rare times he was able to. And of course, a law enforcement apparatus that was just unprepared for this kind of serial killer to be in their midst. And Richard Chase's month-long reign of terror in the winter of 1977 to 1978, which some would argue doesn't put him as a serial killer, but what is known as a spree killer, somebody who kind of just like snaps, kills a bunch of people in a short period of time, and they burn themselves out.

Like, we deal with that more now in, like, modern day. We're like, technically it's not serial unless you consider it in a really short amount of time. So it's just like he had to break down and kill the bunch of people. once. Over the course of a month, he killed six people. A month is a long time to be like on a screen. It's a long time. It is. And we'll lead up. We'll see the lead up that gets there. In the technical world, killing six people over the course of a month, spree killer, killing six people over the course of six years, serial killer. It's hard to be on a bender for a month. Six killing six people. It's one of those, but the reason, I mean, again, they're all very,

similar mentality spree killers and serial killers they the general thing with serial killers is is often an emotionally sexual or impetus like feeling that they're trying to overcome where the spree killers or like burst killers whatever are just like rage built to a point let out all in a day where they go and kill however many people and then you know they're being chased by the cops they're all still you know uh the end results of poor mental care psychiatric care often brain damage, like the same things can lead to a different style of perpetual killing or killing a large number of people. Seems like semantics. And I would argue that that you're not necessarily wrong. You know, like for me, I think like a serial killer is somebody for like

who has a very particular victim types. They spend time stalking them like, you know, that kind of thing where a spree killer is somebody who like built up to a point of snapping. And Richard Chase is a particularly unique individual in the realm of the psychiatry in general. Like, I know what we'll talk about why as we kind of learn about this guy. So, yeah, like the failure of his life started with his toxic family, the failure of the mental health system and the failure of the law enforcement system. And all this led to that month long run in late 1977. Thank you so much to Factor for sponsoring today's episode. can you believe it's already fall baby it's crazy it always kind of feels like a reset everybody's

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delivered with factor thank you again for factor for sponsoring this episode and to truly understand how a human kind of like how this guy rather becomes a monster Let's start where we always do, which is at the very beginning, with Richard Trenton case being born on May 23rd, 1950 in Sacramento, California. May, baby. Yeah, well, okay, I'm a May baby, too. May, maybe. He was the first child of Richard Sr. and Beatrice Chase, and on the surface, like many of this time, they were the picture of a, you know, the American post-war dream. They lived in a pleasant suburban home, part of a community blossoming under the California

sun at that time because the California sun is now covered but smog. But the manner cured lawns and idyllic facade of the 1950s suburbia were like a thin veneer over a household that was in reality just a cesspool of hostility and paranoia. Why does it always make me think of the song from Sims 1, the 50s? The video game? Yeah, I don't know. The 50s always, it sounds like. Like, that's, yeah.

Yeah, I don't know what that is, but it's like, we're pretending like there's not smog. Yeah, yeah, exactly. It's that thin veneer of like, yeah, everything's nice. And then you go in the back and the father's like an alcoholic and the wife is terrified for her life. And that like that right there, that's what it's like to be on the scary game squad. That is literally every single horror video game ever made right there. Everything's fine. Yeah.

And but the next line of my script was, and we all know that other than this very specific case, home license in the 1950 suburbs was pure heaven and not at all problematic. But the thing was, the chase home was particularly violent and loud in the thin walls of their homes did little to kind of muffle the constant sounds of argument and screaming and bitter warfare between the two parents.

His father was a man described by all accounts as a pathologically strict disciplinarian. He subscribed to kind of that. typical mindset back then of a harsh authoritarian model of parenting in the home, physical beatings were very common, a very common tool he used to enforce his will upon his son. And while this was perhaps not like completely out of step with the parenting norms of the era, the intensity and the frequency of the abuse still left a very deep mark on the kid. And this environment taught young Richard that home was not a place of safety,

but it was just a battleground. And that authority was expressed through violence. And as damaging as his father's physical abuse was, it was his mother's psychological state that would prove to be the most insidious poison over the long term. Because Beatrice Chase was a woman consumed by intense paranoid delusions. She was perpetually convinced that she was the target of conspiracies. And she frequently leveled bizarre accusations at her husband. And as somebody who grew up with a mother who was very much like this, it is hell every day is like you just don't really know and then that was in the 90s in like early 2000s living with somebody like this in the 50s like there was barely the the words to have used

to describe what my mother was at that time that just have some I was it Xanax they give in the 50s like there's a lot of like your husband like talking like your husband talking to your psychiatrist behind your back about what you say to them in private yeah and that's even that's like you know so like that like learning about that hit me because like i i resonate with that kind of like what that family life is there are family stories like this one from a camping trip where beatrice blew into a rage accusing richard senior of having an affair with a quote woman woman hiding in the bushes uh and like pointed to some of the bushes nearby to that was an entirely a figment of her imagination and then just immediately

ruined that entire vacation probably one of the few times the family went out and tried to like do something nice together and more ominously and far more consequentially for her son she was fixated on the idea that her husband was trying to poison her she would claim he was drugging her food or slipping something into her drinks and for a young and very impressionable richard hearing his own mom constantly insist that his father who was the other central authoritative figure in his life was also a secret poisoner was just a psychological blow he could never like let go on. That is wild style actually. It is like I said from day one this poor kid's life was not great. Uh, and a lot of this like mental illness is passed down. It's genetic,

right? Uh, it fundamentally warped his understanding of trust and safety within the family unit. And the concept of being slowly destroyed from the inside by a loved one was introduced to a new psyche long before his mental illness would fully bloom and twist that fear into something very, very scary. And by the age of 10, the poison, the mental poison was already starting to surface. Like Chase began exhibiting the three behavioral precursors that some criminologists refer to as the McDonald triad. Now, this theory. Have we talked about this before? We have not.

And the reason we haven't talked about this theory is because now it's kind of considered controversial because it's overly simplistic by modern psychologists. Like, it was a cornerstone, don't get me wrong, of early profiling and suggests like a potential link between three specific childhood behaviors and later violent tendencies. That was later kind of just built out into more nuanced understanding of mental health. But Chase was a textbook case of this, these McDonald's triad that we're going to go over. First, he suffered from persistent bedwetting, which was a condition that reportedly lasted until he was about eight years old, well past a typical. age. And bedwetting is a common childhood issue for a lot of serial killers. Second, he developed a fascination with fire setting, arsony, a classic sign of a child

that was struggling with feelings of powerlessness and rage, according to the McDonald triad. And third, and this is the most disturbing out of all of them, as always, is the cruelty to animals. Chase began torturing and killing neighborhood cats and dogs at a very early age. And this is often the most significant red flag because it demonstrates a profound lack of empathy and is frequently a rehearsal for future violence against other humans.

As this is where you're serial killer bingo card, violence against animals, just mark it off. It's because it's that act of like inflicting pain and asserting ultimate power over a living creature that cannot fight back. This is how the McDonald triad kind of looks at this. But these dark internal like thoughts did not manifest in a way that isolated him socially in a strange and kind of unsettling contrast

in his life. He was described as popular in his early years. One of his childhood birthday parties, now this is dubiously sourced. I could not get anything solid other than a few supposed of people that were there. But one of his supposed childhood birthday parties reportedly drew over 60 kids from like the community. What? This is in, this is like, You know, this is the 1950s, so there's not a lot going on, you know, the weekends. I'm sure the parents are also using it as an excuse to get together and, like, drink and actually have, like, a giant community, but it's still, that's an enormous amount of people. I guess maybe if every family has, like, four kids. Yeah, I mean, yeah, I don't know.

Like, again, I put out the disclaimer, I couldn't find any other credible source. Like, there was no way for me to, like, credibly find out if that actually happened or not. You know, it sounds crazy, but my dad has. three brothers like three brothers and he's from that time like I you know it's possible yeah I wouldn't say it's impossible um but the point is like if this did happen though this also is like an early divide of him learning the duology of a serial killer that we often talk about the outward public facing persona of happy normal life while behind closed doors you know monstrous acts are occurring nobody's really paying attention to you you're all just kind of working towards

The mask. Yeah. And I imagine town gossip and community gossip, who knows what about everybody else is also runs rampants and nobody wants to like stir the pot less they get, you know, out. And there's just, I can't, I imagine the 50s and maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm having like a more, uh, fictional view of it. But the 50s to me always seem like a lot of community, a lot of just like kind of getting together and doing things with other people in the community because, you know,

entertainment was more out there. There was not a lot of in-house entertainment beyond radio. TV shows, that's about it. You know, his community was a lot more of a big thing in the 50s. Regardless, as he moves on as he continues to age, he eventually enters Mira Loma High School. And this is where his

mask of normalcy, he had a hard time maintaining. His academic performance was poor, and his behavior grew increasingly strange. His detachment from reality began to manifest in odd, elaborate fantasies. He became obsessed with the infamous

James Younger gang of the Old West, which will, I think we've, we talked a little bit about, I believe, and it was the, the Bell Star episode, but that'll be people we've revisit in a future episode. But he would go so far as to get photographs of the outlaws, carefully cut his own head out of his school picture and paste it onto their bodies, you know, like a, like a 1960s version of photoshopping yourself into like, you know, like a just kind of a group, aspirational photoshopping kind of, yeah. Because then he would then take the.

photos and he would try to sell these doctored photos to his classmates. A like weird, I don't really know what the point was. Maybe a weird cry for attention. But like, yeah, I guess he would try to sell these photos. No, I don't want that. No. That's pretty much the reaction. I imagine he was like making his, I mean, they're not the same, but like his own NFTs. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. That's unfortunate, but true. Yeah. Look, I'm an old time. Part of the James Younger gang. This in high school, too, is when he got introduced to drugs, particularly good old

marijuana. Skateway drug. Yeah. Well, I don't think that was the one of the two that really did it. That kind of pushed him further. I think it was the other thing he discovered, which was LSD. Oh, well, how do you think you got there? Marijuana.

Oh, fuck, you're right. For a high school mind that was already predisposed to psychosis genetically, the introduction of a powerful hallucinogenic was fucking, like, spewing gas on a already burning fire. And again, unfortunately, they don't really understand that genetically he has

like a mentally predisposed to psychosis because that's not really a thing back then, but what we know now, this was a disaster recipe. Now, it's obviously impossible and there's no way for me to say for certain whether the drugs caused his mental illness or simply accelerated

a process that was already underway. but they undoubtedly played a role into loosening his already very tenuous grip on what was actual reality. And his drug use eventually led to his first official brush with the law. He was arrested for marijuana possession during his sophomore year of high school. Damn. Yeah, I know. That sucks. Like marijuana ain't it.

Smoke, keep smoking the weed. Now, granted, it's not good for everybody. But like, 50s, that would be really. Now, he's in high school, so we're in the early 60s now. Because he's born in 1950. Yeah, same vibes. It's still going to fuck up your reputation. Yeah, Gateway drug.

You screwed up. Yeah, he fucked it all up. He's on LSD. And he's in school. You can't be, don't be a fool. Stay in school. Don't be a fool. Say nope to dope.

The other, all the other issues on drugs, you know, he's already kind of antisocial a bit. But the other kind of psychological stressor, I'd say, in his late teens during high school was also his profound sexual dysfunction. what you mean by this he was able like he wasn't like you can look up richard chase well the photos you're going to see are him at the end of his like he's gone and very much lost in his healthier days he wasn't like a bad looking guy uh he was able to get girlfriends and stuff when he was young but apparently he was impotent and unable to perform sexually whatsoever and this is something that ate at him forever it kind of reminds me of do you remember the artist

that lopped off his own dick that we talked about because of his own issues with his own porniness um like this became a fixation for him a teenage and like a teenage boys in the 60s i don't really know how much like sexuality is like a core component of traditional masculinity then as it is for sure now traditional i mean what else is the male adolescent experience but being a fucking but it was a more the 50s i i was i'm thinking like they're kind of a conservative time but yeah the 60s were more i still feel like in the 50s and 60s, if you're a dude, the way that you're acting in school is probably worse in a lot of ways than people acted now because it was teenage time. You could go out.

You could like be out and about. And I'm not saying that doesn't happen now. But even when I was a kid, we were like almost at the tail end of that, like where people would like hang out after school and go around to the mall and shit like that. Like it was still definitely happening. But I feel like at this time, you had a lot of freedom in the middle of the day after school because a lot of kids weren't working anymore right like they were just going to school yeah no matter how much you want and hormones are going to be hormones right like yeah makes sense if you were a girl probably sucked oh dude i can't it sucks today so i can't imagine how bad it was worse back then but like probably being a dude you could probably just like be a creep all the time and it was probably

pretty normal and this like but for him this lack of being able to like perform sexually regardless how shameful it made him feel it made him rage it was a source of his anger frustrated yeah Yeah. And finally, when he turned 18, he decided to seek help for it. He visited a psychiatrist. And the doctor who saw I was pretty like pointed at what he suggested. He was suggesting that his erectile dysfunction was not purely a physical problem, but a somatic manifestation of suppressed anger and that Chase was likely suffering from a significant underlying mental illness. It was a moment of actual true clarity for him in his life where intervention in this moment. In this moment, moment could have changed everything for him. Tragically, it was a warning that just went unheeded. No further counseling or treatment was pursued after that's what he was told. And the well of rage over his sexual impotence continued to just still over time. And that anger would later find its release in the most grotesque way, like imaginable.

His later crimes, which involved extreme acts of post-mortem sexual sexual. violence, necrophilia, mutilation, will be, again, can be seen as a horde, like a substitute for these horrifying sexual acts and in the lack of sexual potency that he so desperately wanted. He sought the ultimate power over his victim's bodies after death, which was another way of just control

in a realm where he could have none. So leaving the unaddressed turmoil of his adolescence was a terrible decision without treating it, and Richard Chase made a break for independence at 18. When he turned 18, he left his parents toxic home, which I don't blame him, and enrolled at American River College, moving into an apartment with a few friends at the time. This should have been like a good period, month. It should have been a period of growth for him and self-discovery, but unfortunately for

Chase, it was just the beginning of a complete unraveling. Again, his grip on reality is very wobbly. at best. And he's already weakened by like the hostile upbringing heavy drug use and begin the sexual impotence. And it all began to slip completely when he left his parents house. He would cycle through a series of roommates, none of whom could tolerate his behavior for long. They described a young man who was constantly high, who would walk around the shared living spaces completely naked with no explanation and whose paranoia was becoming like a feature of living at the apartment. there was like you didn't get to get away from it and when you started living there it was part of like signing up for it and i just can't i never really had to like roommate situation all that much um i can't imagine of just like living with a few roommates and one of them is just high on either weed lSD maybe both ass naked walking around who knows what he's rambling about and either of you ever had like a room like a weird naked roommate situation i've had i've had like neighbors i've had like a neighbor that was like he would like

he was like really depressed and he like slept in the daytime or he like was I don't know exactly what it was but he like got mad at us for making noise and then he like confronted us he like kind of made up a whole story of what it was if you know what I mean like yeah yeah in his mind that was happening and it was like real crazy and like kind of like scary and he ended up getting in like an altercation with one of my neighbors where he had to like get punched there's just it was it was it was messed up it's wild But that type of person, it's, like, very, uh, it's very hard to, it's very hard to deal with because it violates all social rules, but also you kind of like, when you know it's real,

when you can get that feeling that it's really like not something that they're like really fully in control of, there's a little bit of, you got to be kind of compassionate too. And it's kind of, it's really tough. It's, yeah, it's stressful. Jesse, you shook your head and know you never had like a, I mean, I had roommates in college and that's a whole like young men all crammed into a house together. But this is what it is. This is college age.

Sure, sure, but we weren't like. You never had anything like this. Let me just stress to anyone out there who's never had a roommate and or ladies, you may not have the same experience that guys have, but I'm going to say generally for most guys, your roommate has to be like truly a disgusting piece of shit. Otherwise, men will tolerate things that they're, like my roommates, when I was in college one guy would bring like home a different girl every weekend and we were all just like oh hey

you know like one of my one of my roommates was like an absolute he would not leave his room we didn't check up on him we were like if he pays rent we don't care one of my roommates would leave that would have been me six weeks at a time and then he come back and be like here's money I brought the pizza and we're like where were you he was like I was not the word And we're like, oh, okay. Like, it was old, it was, it was five of us. And everyone brought a different thing and we were all a mess. You were the NPC living in an apartment of main characters rotating.

Oh, no, I was equally a mess. I was like, dude, what I'm saying is, you're like a slacker comedy basically is what you were doing. Guys really, really, really have to be like a complete gross monster for other men to be like, shun him. He's a weirdo. Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. That's fair. And to, to, to that point, like. Chase got to that point for people for those viewers who now were like, I never had to live anybody like other than my mom, like live like with like a room at like this.

Eventually he got up to the point where he decided that he was going to board up the door to his own room from the inside and only leave through his window. And the reason he told, and the reason he did this, he told his roommates is that he needed to make sure that he

was preventing anyone from ever sneaking up on him. That way, and could nobody could sneak up on them. And this was the, I don't know. Why is that a concern? Like what? I'm sorry.

Yeah, I don't know. That was just, I don't know. What is that even, like how often does that come up in real society? Often. Have you ever been snuck up on?

Not like purposeful. Like not by anybody per, like I don't know purposefully. Like lightly mugged. Like I guess that counts. No, I've never been mugged. I've definitely had like people come up behind me.

But, uh, nothing malicious. Yeah. But definitely like. behind me and surprise me, yes, but yeah, never like, not to get you. Yeah, not when it, not when it affected your life negatively. No, exactly. Um, and this is all just external, like manifestations of the chaos in his mind right now. Because like his instability and inability

to function socially soon, uh, forced him to abandon college. Like, I'd like to abandon these hiccups. Soon to force him to abandon college and move back into where else the world of parents and go move back and with them. So he returned home just in time to witness the final bitter implosion of his parents' marriage, which officially ended in divorce in November of 1972. So now he's like kind of a loof, a drift living in a broken home. There's no structure. He's not seeking the professional help.

He was suggested. Chase's psychosis began to like crystallize into a set of bizarre personal somatic kind of like delusions. These are delusions that centered on one's own body, not externally like his mother, but himself. And for Chase, all of his delusions were really specific.

He became utterly convinced in this time that his body was staging a rebellion against itself and that it was disintegrating from the inside out. Hence blood turning to dust. He would complain to anyone that would... Like he was Thanos sing and like in like slow motion from the inside yeah like like spider man did because you know he can feel like happening before it happened for the inside oh shit uh yeah like he you yeah he thought from the inside out

his body was turning to dust uh and uh like this no like he could became completely convinced he would complain to anyone who would listen that someone had in the night somehow stolen his pulmonary artery. What? The fact that we He was sleeping. He would tell anybody who would listen. Hey, hey, hey, hey, last night, my window was open and I locked it.

And when I checked, my pulmonary artery was gone. You put two or two together. Gone. They could have stopped this when this guy was like, my weakness don't work. Now he's like, I have no arteries. is, I'm out in my room, trying to get it at me. Like this,

we have gone off the map here. And he would claim that because his pulmonary artery was stolen, that his heart would randomly stop beating for minutes at a time, only to just to start back up again right before he dies. Well, that's, I mean, that's good.

That's convenient. And close to what end? Because they stole his pulmonary artery, dude. That's what happens when your arm pulmonary. area already gets stolen. Your heart stops. Did he read it in a book? Did he read a Edgar Allan Poe? I don't know. I mean, it's possible.

More faith, but like most faithfully, he developed the core delusion that would define the rest of his life. This is, other than the disintegration stuff, the very specific obsession that his blood was turning to powder. Like he was disintegrating from the inside out, yes. But regardless of that, his blood was turning to powder separately. and that it was losing its volume and its composition and that he was slowly going to dry up from within

if the disintegration didn't get to him first. Okay. Sorry, I just want to let that sit. I know awkward silence. I just got to let that sit for a minute. Yeah. Because it's basically the same thing, but like slightly different. You know what I mean?

Yeah. So he, what would you do in this moment if you truly believed this was happening to you? Because he developed really bizarre. are kind of desperate rituals, like sitting for hours with oranges pressed to his head in a sincere belief that his brain would then absorb the vitamin C through osmosis from orange to brain. Why not eat the orange? It's both liquid and oranges.

You know, it's faster to get this to your brain. The and the andylites from animorphs eat the grass by running on it. does that matter that's actually correct does that matter they eat through their feet they don't have a mouth yeah does that they only speak telepathically yeah kind of like that does that connect to this you also also remember he was also convinced at this time that his cranial bones were separating shifting and so he shaved his head completely bald so he could better monitor their movement and make sure he tracked where the cranial bones had shifted that day I just, I just feel, I like, I try to put myself in the shoes of these people living with him and just like the sight of a young man who's bald, staring in the mirror in the bathroom for like an hour trying to perceive microscopic like movements in his skull.

Uh, and just, and he's just naked and just being like, here's the thing. Here's the thing. I'm going to go to my room. I think this much about RPGs from the 90s, right? Is there anything particularly better about that than thinking about my head coming apart in pieces for hours in the middle of the day? when I make my little charts, when I make my little lists about video games that for no one but myself, like, is that any less sane? I don't know. I would like to say yes, it is more sane because I feel like there is like a genuine, like maybe it helps you your brain like Tetris organizing

things. You know what I mean? Maybe it's like that. I don't know if that same. Well, this kind of literally, this literally helps his brain in his in his mind. That's true. I mean, that's true. placebo effect. Yeah, I don't know. That's true. Well, on December 1st, 1973, his delusions finally drove him to once again seek medical help. So he walked into the emergency room of American River Hospital and presented his litany, long but impossible physical complaints to the staff there. The physician who examined him, Dr. Irwin Lyons, painted a grim picture in his official report. He described Chase as, quote, filthy, disheveled, deteriorated, and foul-smelling, a foul-smelling white male, who appeared tense,

nervous, and wild-eyed. The hospital staff quickly recognized this was not a physical case, but a psychiatric one, and so they diagnosed him with acute paranoid schizophrenia and admitted him to the psychiatric ward. So another opportunity for intervention here. What do you? Why are you wudding? like he walked in and told the doctors the my cranial bones are shifting and my blood is turning to dust and if and if i will i will dry out and if that doesn't happen i'll start disintegrating

before the inside get this man a bed like get like get him some water he needs help there's something wrong with him i imagine they must have like took him in and like gave him like an iv drip of like saline or something um but clearly like he's not disintegrating from the inside like it's just not happening right so they get they diagnosed him off to the psychiatric ward uh and this was another official opportunity for the mental health system to intervene decisively to get him the treatment that he very clearly was exerting that he needed and the opportunity was well we wouldn't be talking about about it if it was successful because this would be the end of the story but was squandered utterly after only two days in the ward chase was discharged and i will say to this day the mental

health situation with like this kind of thing is woefully inadequate yeah people can let themselves out even though they clearly don't and like just not the comparison my mom it's the same way where she very clearly you know self-harming a lot of crazy shit needed to be there but if she didn't want to be there anymore she could go and like if like that's just how it is and it's like that's all they could do they can hold this guy for a couple of days and then if If his mom came, which he did, there's nothing they can do. And so his mom, Beatrice, stormed into the hospital, aggressively confronted the staff, demanded her son's immediate release, and she was so combative that Dr. Lyons made a specific note of her behavior in his report describing her as, quote, highly aggressive, hostile and provocative. She went, quote, wild style.

Yes, she was wild style. he even used a clinical term identifying her with quote the so called schizophrenic mother like just like saying that she must be schizophrenic too she is as equally as concerning as he is what the hell bro so looking into this schizophrenic mother the so called schizophrenic mother it's an outdated but then current term for a kind of domineering cold all in implicitly guilt inducing parent believed to to contribute to the development of schizophrenia and their children. She's like, they're saying the mom is the reason that he has schizophrenia. Clearly, she walks in. She acts like this. Oh, that's why he's a paranoid schizophrenic. When like, they are right for the wrong reasons.

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That's it. Bye. The hospital's own position diagnosed acute psychosis in the patient and simultaneously identified the parent's primary caregiver as a pathological influence. Yet, in the face of Beatrice's demands, the institution deferred. And the decision to release a severely ill young man back into the custody of a person who was actively detrimental to his mental health represented a catastrophic system failure. The hospital saw both the illness and what they believed to be the catalyst, but, but failed to do anything about it and just kind of returned a ticking time bomb to the person who was shortening the fuse with the abuse that she was putting upon him. He decided that he was going to once again try living alone.

So he moved out of his apartment with of his mother's house and moved into an apartment and he had his father paying the bills with while his mother still kind of was a bit of abusive relationship with him even while he lived alone. He was free from any medical supervision, and his descent accelerated into a nosedive. His vampiric delusions now started demanding satisfaction. If his blood was turning to powder, then he needed a fresh supply. Yeah, we got to go back. I know. Very mental health heavy moment. If his blood was turning to powder.

If that's the case, then he needed a fresh supply, which it wasn't, and he didn't. but but in and this is where we but if but in his reality Alex it is is it what whoa chaos magic whoa what did you what did you what did you what did you say he just gave me a factory reset on my brain dude

he opened my third eye dude uh the dark side of like the chaos magic right absolute asshole that you can crawl up into of chaos magic right there yeah yeah right like the idea Yeah, like, because we talk about chaos magic and how much Jesse hates it. And the idea of like, in your reality, something is true, then it must be true. It must be true.

Yeah. Right. Right. Exactly. Uh, so in his reality. That's, that's nonsense. That's how we know. Like, there's two realities.

That's so many people believe this. And one where they. It's like, no, no, there's only one reality. That's who we're finding against right now on the internet every time that anything insane happens. Yeah. Yeah. You know what? I'm not going to say, I'm on your side, Jesse.

I'm not on your side. I know you're not. I'm an evil wizard. I'm an evil wizard. Yeah. Dude, when Alasta Crowley casted vampire, the spell just took a few decades

and then Richard Chase was born. He turned his, his, his, his, his air's blood to dust with a vampire bat. Oh, fuck. Uh, so Chase

needing a treatment for his vampire, his vampiric blood turning to dust in his veins, needed a fresh supply. So he began capturing local animals like rabbits cats dogs and then he'd bring them back to his apartment and there he would kill them disembowel them and then put their organs and blood all into a blender often mixing like a little like slurry with some he splashed some coca coli in it a couple times apparently and then mixing this like viscera and coke into a blender this he would drink it and like

in his psychotic desperate mind this was replenishing his powdered blood that was killing him. The Coke plus blood mix. Coke, blood and organs. He would into a slurry in a blender that he would then drink. That is the nastiest thing I've ever fucking heard in my life. It's just so unpleasant across the board. And he would agree.

He did not enjoy drinking the blood. But God damn it, he had to. Right. I want to sit alive and fend off my brittle body. well he decided after a little bit of doing this there's got to be a better way and so in 1975 he he he this gruesome kind of self-medication kind of almost killed him in a near fatal accident and in a profound of intense psychosis at the time he decided instead of drinking it why don't i just inject raw rabbit blood directly into his in his veins and

and just immediately replaced the blood that was turning into dust. He almost had it figured out. He almost got it. Dude, he made the step. He made a step. He really almost had it. Wait, if drinking it replenishes it, but putting the blood in my veins doesn't replenish it, maybe I'm not, maybe he doesn't need to be replenished, but that is not how

that's just some big brain thinking right there. He was ahead of the curve. I, you know, like, at least he tried. You know, at least he tried to like do it in a weird, direct to like scientific method way right he tried and just didn't work and when he did this he ended up developing there's no science here none no no it's fake science uh he developed a life-threatening case of blood poisoning from this uh it got it got not only to put him in the hospital but it landed him in the mental institution yet again and this time it was an involuntary commitment at beverly

manner which was a different mental health facility his behavior there was so overtly disturbing that he terrified both patients and the professional staff who quickly gave him the nickname Dracula because he was known to basically run around and scream at people about how his blood was turning to dust that he was a vampire and he needed it and he was just yelling at that people I can't imagine hilarious nickname I love how vocal he was about all of this like it's absolutely casual it's absolutely insane but it's made it's made it's made insane but it's made comical by the fact that he's like did you know were you aware

he would fit right in on the internet today he would fit right the fuck in he he not only just give you guys an update yeah my blood's still turning to powder I've got a new recipe for the slurry I'm trying it out in my hand blender which you can get right now if you use

code blood man he'd be too he'd buy an ad spot on the box. Blood man. Dude. Don't sign the people we'd be able to bring on

the buy ad spots on the podcast. Code blood man. Use code blood man to get your blender for blending your viscera, your Coke and your blood. His license plate is

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about how his blood was turning to dust but he would also tell the other patients and the staff there how he needed to kill animals and drink their blood or he was going to die. And there were claims that the staff with a shocking lack of credulity just initially dismissed them as tall tales meant to

intimidate them. They thought he was trying to assert himself with these stories and be scary in a way that was for control. Not that he was actually having paranoid psychotic delusions. And so they their disbelief that this was anything like anything other than him trying to manipulate them,

which is funny when John Wayne, people like John Wayne Gacy do manipulate these people, and they're like, she's a good guy. Like, it's insane to me. The disbelief ended when Chase was found in his room, though, with a bloody mouth and the corpse of two small birds

that he had coaxed through through the tiny crack of his windowsill. Okay. I'm shocked. he got two birds it's like all right that's pretty impressed two birds I'd be like no he does this frequently no one gets two birds

he had no he had no blender and he truly thought he was about to die he was so desperate that he cat caught them and then he bit their heads off and sucked their bloods like from their open body and head yeah no I would have been like he's literally like a xenomorph he's literally

a vampire yet Jesse yeah I know he's eating like he's like is, you know, yeah, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's like, he's driven by like prey drive now. Yeah. Yeah. Do you, does he count his vampire and a vampire? Oh, yeah.

No, he's full on vampire. I'm, I, like, you're drinking blood, you're a vampire. I don't care. You know, that's all matters to me. What if I have a, Halloween serial killer? What if I have a steak and it's like blue? Like, is that he would, I think he'd take that. I do think he would take it.

Is it, is it heated in any way? It can't be heated at all. Has to be wrong. Like, let me just, let me just say, like, you can get a steak pretty rare and bloody at a restaurant. No flames, like nothing. But if I eat the blood, but if I eat the blood, here, all right, here's what I'll say. Am I a vampire? If you found the cow, okay, if you found the cow and started sucking the blood from a cow, vampire.

If you ordered a steak at a restaurant, not a vampire. Okay, what about blood sausage? If someone made blood sausage, it's cooked, yeah. Then that is, in fact, not a vampire. vampire. But if you found a giant ding-dong and started to suck it on that till it bled, vampire. You are the one who was telling me that we're never going to have a president on here. And then you said you're going to eat a giant ding-dong, bro. Yeah.

Guess he's coming out today. Congratulations. All right. I didn't say I was good. I'm just letting you know the vampire rules. You said you're going to eat a giant. You suck it on a big hog? You're the nutmocks are obsessed. You eat a sausage at a restaurant, not vampire. somebody's bringing a giant bloody ding-dong to the live show, but it's going to be like

the hostess ding-dong. I was going to say, if it's hostess, but then you cover it with red icing, that's a winner. That's a lit-hasty style. That's what they call. Those chicken nuggets looks so fucking disgusting on that way. Shout out. Somebody on Reddit actually did it, Chaluminaxist style. Honestly, I'm glad they were no pop-rosse fucking around me.

I think it probably fucking did exactly what I wanted to do. You know what? I would do to make that even better next time. Chaluma nasty wasty style you know what I would do put it on white bread when you jerk off on that

no what I just I call it light biscuit style where I uh jizz on it and put it on white bread no I just want to

see we're never going to we're never having a US president on I just want to put it on white bread dude there's a whole episode called sexiest alien encounters like we've done we did so much more

we can have a present on it was like vagina island was an episode like we are gone that's right maybe we already have had a president behind the scenes we were we were with aliens we were in like year

three of the podcast we had just started going full time there's a moment we almost had McCauley Culkin on the show that was close he almost he was like super busy doing like his bunny ears like no I get it and he realized that he listened to an episode was like does that guy just say he wants to jerk up on a cookie

I don't I refuse to believe that was the reason let's throw the gauntlet down if he's here let's let's hit him back here I don't think he's listening. Let's slide into his DMs again and go, hey, remember this? Who's the most famous person that listens to the show, you think? Oh, I'm no idea. No idea. The most famous person?

It's just us. If we're not on Barack Obama's top 10 list this year, I'm pissed. I will be too. That'd be really upsetting. Pissed. No famous person is going to be like, oh, I listen to them, especially the last episode where they talked about jerking off on a cookie. For that now, it's a Crowley episode, too.

They called him his magic case. For your will. Yeah, for your will. Well, anyway, he's drinking the blood of two dead birds in his room. And the doctor there and whatnot learned. It wasn't just a tall tale. And this was very real. And this was clear, like observable evidence that he was a, not only like in a psychotic state,

but he was potentially violent and dangerous driven by these mental psychosis. And yet the system still failed anyway. In September of 1976, after about a year of confinement, mind you, the professionals at Beverly Manor deemed Richard Chase no longer a danger to society and approved his release. What happened next would set the stage for the brief month of slaughter that would be coming soon. He was released directly into the custody of his mother, Beatrice, which was not a good decision. he's 20 I believe now maybe 21 and this is obviously again the woman who had prematurely pulled him the first time around now made two fateful decisions first she began weaning him off of his prescribed antipsychotic medication that was his only lifeline in reality that they gave him on the way out that was seemingly having an effect a positive one his mom nope she weaned him off of it and second And she helped him get another apartment, leaving him completely unsupervised.

I feel like she's like culpable at this point. Like I, this is crazy. Yeah. Completely. Granted, she also has her own paranoid delusion she's living by and operating by. Right. Now he's unmedicated. She weaned him off first, unmedicated, isolated.

And now he began to spiral deeper than ever into his returning blood-soaked delusions. Richard Chase was now a clear and present danger to anyone who crossed his path. The final barriers to the bloodshed are kind of just gone. Beatrice Chase, with like a staggering degree of negligence, effectively just unleashed him upon the world. And for a time, his violence remained confined to the local animal population still. But it was only a matter of time before his delusions demanded a greater sacrifice. And the final year of his freedom in 1977 was marked by a series of show. shocking red flags. Each one, a flashing emergency light that was just, again, ignored. And one of

the first ones happened on August 3rd, 1977, when a pair of police officers patrolling a remote area near Pyramid Lake in Nevada stumbled upon a scene that seems right out of a horror film. They first came across a 1966 Ford Ranchero, seemingly abandoned. Then, a short distance away, they found its owner, Richard Chase. He was standing in the desolate landscape, completely naked, his body smeared and dripping with blood, and he was clutching the liver of a dead cow. Oh, my God.

He did he the cow thing? I didn't want to spoil shit. Oh, my God. Just naked in a field covered like kind of at Gine style, but just cow blood. And he's just holding the. liver in his hand. When they searched his truck, they found his truck had a 22 caliber rifle and a bucket, which was also filled with blood that he was planning on taking home to store for

later use. So we didn't have to, you know, do this all the time. Right, right. I mean, like that'd be that's too much time to kill a cow like that. Chase offered what else but a bizarre rambling explanation. And so he was just apprehended on the spot. He just like rambled about I'm imagining how was blood was turning to dust. He was a vampire. They were like, he's time to be arrested. And I just want to kind of like,

you know, I just let's appreciate this last little moment for what it is. Because this truly is the last best chance for law enforcement of any kind to intervene before he escalates to homicide. This is the moment they had in custody, a man who was not just behaving erratically, but he was enacting a. violent blood-soaked fantasy murdering a cow out in the middle of fucking nowhere.

He was in possession of firearms and he was clearly and dangerously having a psychotic episode. And this, this wasn't like a subtle cry for help that you could kind of like ignore and move on. This was like a full-throated one, completely impossible to miss. But the authorities failed to grasp any significance on what they were seeing. And I think they just didn't want to deal with it, this, like, crazy man that felt like a lot of work. They treated it more as, like, an isolated incident of trespassing at worst, animal cruelty. And the U.S. attorney for the region looked at the case and declined to prosecute. They didn't even bother.

And, like, you know, again, a complete failure. Richard Chase now, who was a man that was found naked, covered in cow's blood with a rifle in his truck, was just simply. released out of prison. The system had him in its hands and just chose to let it go because fuck it. We just don't, you know, prosecute everything, I guess. His first priority, priority getting out as well was what else but getting a gun again. And the 22 caliber rifle he'd been arrested with near Pyramid Lake was a long gun, which was for him impractical for the close quarters work that he was about to do. What he needed and wanted was a handgun. Something he could conceal something he could draw really quickly designed for one purpose killing human

beings at close range and on December 2nd 1977 Richard Chase walked into a gun store in Sacramento imagine this guy walking in he's now looking like the gaunt emaciated self that we see pictures of walking in with sunken eyes the smell of just like decay on him uh did you know my Blood's turning into powder. And did the clerk notice? There's only one thing that, son. This here, Colt 4 to 5.

Like, did anybody notice like this guy was off in this fucking gun store? Or was this like a goddamn, just a regular Tuesday? Like, I don't know. He browsed the selection.

It would, and with a pretty focused intent of someone who knew exactly was looking for because it did not take him long before his fingers looked over the display case. and pointed to what his choice was, a 22 caliber semi-automatic pistol. Small enough to handle, reliable enough for his purposes,

and with ammunition that was very cheap and plentiful. It was exactly what he was looking for. To complete the purchase, though, the clerk handed him federal form 4473, which was the firearms transaction record. This document mandated by the federal law since 1968, exists for a single reason to prevent firearms from falling into the hands of people who should not have them. And as you can imagine, it probably works perfectly.

It's a bureaucratic safeguard, but all it really is is a paper barrier between the general public and those who would use weapons to cause harm. On this form is a series of yes or no questions, each one, a supposed tripwire kind of designed to catch prohibited persons before they can get a gun in possession. So Chase took the form and a pen and he began to fill it out line by line. Got his name, his address, we got his date of birth, then the administrative details that turn a transaction into a legal record. He then reached question 11F, and this is where the entire system rested on a single critical assumption. The question was, quote, have you ever been adjudicated?

Yeah, adjudicated as a mental defective or. Or have you ever been committed to a mental institution? This is a bit broken. I'll read one more time. Have you ever been adjudicated as a mental defective? Or have you ever been committed to a mental institution? This was the question that he had to answer. This question was written specifically for people like Richard Chase.

I was about to somebody just was like, no. No. No. Let me continue my narrative. It went, no. Sorry. I feel like we're headed towards something. I'm building tension right now.

It exists because lawmakers and public safety officials understood the basic truth that people suffering from severe untreated mental illness should not have access to firearms. I agree with them. It's not a perfect system, but it's supposed to be a filter that's like to catch everybody. And Chase had been committed to psychiatric facilities not once, but twice. The first time in 1973, where he was diagnosed with acute paranoid schizophrenia. and admitted after presenting at an emergency room and then the second time where he just finished where he'd been involuntarily committed for about a year at beverly manor they gave him like the nickname jaculate we just covered that shit so like the truthful answer to this is yes after all

the shit we just talked about yes emphatically and undeniably and chase looked at the form he looked at the two boxes one said yes and no one said no and in his and a pan In his hand with a pen, his mind, in his mind was a reality that had nothing to do with the truth, nothing to do with facts, nothing to do with the rest of the world that we inhabit. And his psychosis, just to give you before I give you the answer that yes, he did check mark or no. His psychosis told him something that I kind of just briefly touched, like ignored and I'm going to briefly touch on here, is that Nazis and UFOs were trying to, we're the ones trying to turn his blood into powder. That's where he is at this moment. Nazis and UFOs? No, Nazis in UFOs.

Oh, my God. Good thing you clarified. I was about to say, like, good thing you clarify. Yeah, holy shit. That's just rude. That's what, that's what he built up in his line, dude, yeah. In the mental institution, he just learned in the mental institution.

He couldn't be honest about how he felt if he was ever going to get out. And so, like, that's where he is right now. And it's a psychosis getting a gun. He told, his psychosis also was beginning to tell him. that unlocked doors were open invitations. And his psychosis had no problem also telling him that this question, this inconvenient and trusive question about a pass that didn't matter, didn't apply to him.

Or maybe he more chillingly and I think realistically understood that the question would prevent him from getting a gun and he simply didn't care. And regardless of how he looked at this question, he did put pen to paper and put no and that was it one checkmark one lie a single box that was with one question and all the clerk did was take the form back and here again we need to kind of look at what happens next because it's a complete failure in the system's design the clerk's job isn't to investigate that's not what he's there for the clerk isn't a detective he's not a psychiatrist the clerk's legal obligation is to ensure the form is filled out and to accept the answers

at face value unless the buyer is visibly intoxicated or he's behaving so erratically that danger is obvious of which chase is not doing i don't know everything about this guy because he's pretty erratic did he not look in there and then immediately go like hey man i need a gun but also my blood is does you know about the powder that's coursing through my veins i got my He stopped telling the public about the blood, the blood thing because they kept getting him in trouble. So he's just going in there to get a gun and the delusions are starting to dominate every waking moment of his life. He's off his medication. It's all fucked.

And like that's the, that's the question too. Like you, you ask like what, but was he not acting strangely enough? The thing is strange is subjective. We don't know what the clerk, the clerk of a gun store in the 60s, I imagine the. seen many of strange people coming in to buy a gun right like how many strange people has this guy seen throughout the course of one shift on a single day in 1960s not 70s sorry 1970s 1970s mid 1970s you would like to believe not a lot but I think you would be wrong jesse I'm aware and I saw enough people working at game stop that would have also been going to a gun store after

that that I'm you know shouldn't have had a gun uh but it doesn't trigger any legal obligation to refuse a sale. Like, unless he was actively hallucinating, screaming on invisible people, who was visually impaired in some way, the clerk had no grounds to deny the transaction. The system is built on the honor system. The just assumes that people will tell the truth on a legal form

and that the threat of federal prosecution for lying will be enough of a deterrent, which of course it isn't, never is. But Richard Case, and again, with Richard Chase, that's also not the reality he was currently living.

in his mind. The threat of legal consequence meant nothing to a man who believed Nazis and UFOs were hunting him and that his survival depended on drinking blood to replenish it. So the clerk had the paperwork, the background check, such as it was in 1977 anyway, before the automated national instant criminal background check system existed turned up nothing that would flag him as prohibited. And mental health records were not easily accessible across jurisdictions yet. You went to a different jurisdiction. The hospital at Beverly manner, the diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia, the warning signs that scream that this man is dangerous, none of it would be in the database that a gun store clerk at this time could access.

So, looking at the no, the transaction was approved, money changed hands. He grabbed himself the gun, he got himself a bunch of ammunition, and that was it. It was done. Richard Chase walked out of that store legally armed. He had passed through the one bureaucratic checkpoint that was supposed to stop him, and he just lied, they said, okay, go. Do you think there was, like, some guy putting that test together, and he was thinking, you know, if they're really crazy, they're definitely going to say they're crazy. They're going to figure it. Like, we can trick them.

Definitely. This is like a reverse psychology type of. Yeah, yeah, yeah. They're going to be like, well, they're going to think I, they want to say no. But really, they're going to say yes, because they know that we think that they're crazy. So they meet the test masters obsessed with seeming sane. I imagine like the dis the quiet sound of a bubbler as you got like the bubbling bong as like you're pitching back and forth. Do you think like what if what if we ask them?

You know what I mean? Like how do we know they're, let's just ask them. You want to ask them if they're crazy, man? Yeah, man. What do we just ask them? That's exactly how it feels. They're like, yeah, perfect. It's perfectly designed.

Yeah? Yes. Done. Oh, my God. and then just when you zoom out to realize you're like in the congressional building feels so good you finally that high man was nixon after and this the thing after getting in that gun it would only be 27 days later before ambrose griffin would be dead the first victim in that month long thing but for the next month shit got crazy back in his apartment his behavior began

to grow even more alarming if it wasn't already alarming enough for you boys. His neighbors, his neighbors began hearing the sharp cracks of gunshots coming out of his unit at all hours of the day and night. He would be firing his new pistol into the wall, at the floor, at the ceiling, at like his window. He convinced that he was being under attack by unseen forces that he could perceive and started shooting at them. The voices he heard, The UFOs he believed were monitoring him, they were all closing in finally, man. And now he was armed and he could fight back. This is what he thinks is happening in his apartment.

And his apartment was no longer just a place he was living. It became like his fortress. And the final trigger, the event that would push him over the edge from psychotic loader to active serial killer came just before Christmas. For most, it's like, you know, time of family and belonging. But for Chase, it would be the ultimate. rejection. He wanted to visit his mother for the holiday, but she refused to let him come over. The argument started over the phone, but Chase wouldn't accept no for an answer, so he showed up

at her door anyway. Beatrice stood firm. Her daughter, his sister, Pamela, who very much isn't involved in these stories, was terrified of Richard. The door would remain locked and he would not be allowed in this final rejection from the one person who had until now enabled every goddamn step that led him here again she weaned him off the medication before putting him in a fucking apartment by himself the woman who had pulled him from the hospital the first time after only two days uh this was this like shattered him internally what happened should have been like the moment that changed everything because in the midst of their argument with his mother watching Chase spotted a cat

Perhaps like it was a neighborhood stray, we really don't know. It didn't matter either because he grabbed the animal with both hands and the cat sensing danger tried to get away and then with his mother standing only just a few feet away in a show of, I don't know, defiance

but a real show of how violent he truly was and what a monster he was he began to pull like the cat in two different directions and all he did was quietly grunt in his effort and it was slow it was a deliberate slow act that required a ton of physical strength and he just kept going the the creature like you would break its bones until

eventually without going into too much detail it finally died as blood would begin to kind of spill out from the wounds that were torn open and he would take the cat's dead body and the the blood and smear it across his face his neck his arms and pain panting from the amount of effort he had to exert from trying to pull this cat apart. Standing there covered in blood panting, like looking at his mother, Beatrice just stood there frozen. She literally just watched her son commit an act of such extreme hands-on brutality that there was just no way for her to like turn a blind eye to this shit anymore.

And this was just pure violence and sadism. You know, this was the unfiltered, like, raw anger and rage that he had been dealing with since a kit. And she was now looking at somebody who, like you had said earlier, Alex is more like predator mentality, prey mentality kind of idea. She just looked at him and all he, all she did was look at him for a bit. And when the blood stopped finally like dripping and he put the body of the cat down at his feet, Beatrice just didn't call the police. she didn't call the hospital well of course not why bother she set out

stepped outside and quietly cleaned up the remains saying nothing yeah the one person like like she you can keep in mind no one's really seen him kill the animal

only the end part of the animal like the people in the hospital walked in when the bird's heads were already gone like this is the only person that's seen him actively like physically like a mutilate an animal in front of them and what he could could do is capacity of violence and she just chose silence she made a decision that just kind of in this moment sealed the fate of six people who had never even known who Richard Chase was he would later

even tell FBI profilers that this moment of rejection like this door being locked on him by his own mother was the act that severed what he deemed his last true tie to humanity but yeah yeah sounds like a cop out but okay yeah yeah yeah i agree with you yeah that's i was gonna say basically i agree with you uh it's again many people go through life of traumatic upbringing and don't turn into this you know like this final thread that snapped obviously had been fed and it's a very unique situation that he he was in in his upbringing and his mental health situation in the time he grew up but there were still people at this time who were living with the same things and didn't rip cats and birds and murderous intent, you know, behind anything.

Man, that's a bummer. With gun and hand and his mom now back in the house, he just retreated back to his apartment on a Y Avenue, a space that continued trying to just become a physical manifestation of his psychosis. In later police reports and descriptions from the few that actually went into the apartment, they kind of describe an environment that is a clear picture of something that he was cultivating. They say it reeked of filth and decay. The walls and floors were stained with dried animal blood. The kitchen had three blenders. They're in size caked with the dried brownish

remains of like the inner organs of whatever animal he was blending up that day. And then he had saved concoctions of his fridge. This is how we know there was Coca-Cola in it because they had he had concoctions of animals, organs and blood with Coke in his fridge. Like, you know, like we have all this stuff on on record and uh he also had a apparently a little collection in this points to the serial killer in him of pet collars of the the pets that he had taken a trophy like little trophies little trove little pet trophies of the pets that he had stolen and killed uh kidnapping killed um and the neighbors began to report the everything that was going on never mind the the gunfire but like the smell obviously that would slowly build uh he was firing like then the gun

The gun thing, like, through, this was happening over the course of months, by the way, the gun being fired. He bought ammo over and over again. He was absolutely, like, completely isolated at this point. And it was during this period of this armed isolation that he began developing the bizarre moral framework that would guide his selection of moving from animal victims to human victims. Because that's up to this point, animal blood has been fine. But now his delusions are moving into more human focus. His psychosis, like a lot of psychosis, required a sort of internal logic for it to, like, set in his mind. What he needed internally was like a set of rules that justified the unjustifiable acts he was about to do.

And this led to his now infamous philosophy of the unlocked door and a genuine real reason that for many, like over a decade for me, that I double check my doors at night to make sure they are locked, even though I always do. because this, this is like, I hate it. This is, I mentioned it briefly earlier. But his long, he would go on long, aimless walks through Sacramento's quiet middle class neighborhoods during this time where he was just alone. And over time, those walks morphed into systematic hunts. He would move slowly, first out of curiosity, and then because he believed that doors

being unlocked meant he was being invited, he would move from how. house to house, street to street, and patiently try the front door of each one. This ritual thing kind of served as a crucial psychological purpose in his mind. It's so scary, dude. Because it allowed him to abdicate all of his responsibility for his actions. Because in his twisted world reality view, a locked door meant a clear sign that he was, he specifically was not welcome, quote, unquote. For him, it was both a physical and symbolic, like a barrier.

that his psychosis commanded him to respect, kind of like a vampire being invited in. So like for him, the door being locked meant he was being rejected. I can also possibly tie it to the moment his mom locked the door on him and like him tying that to like, oh, that's when somebody doesn't want me in their house

when they lock the door like my mom did to me. But on the opposite end, an unlocked door signified the absolute opposite. It was an open sign of acceptance that meant to him, an invitation to come in. Please, come in and drink of my blood. And this bizarre code suddenly reframed his walks and his entire mission. It meant that if he entered a home and killed the occupants, this actually wasn't

her, his fault. They had, by their own negligence, invited him in. And maybe this whole replacing his blood thing, maybe the reason it keeps happening is because he's using animal blood. animal blood isn't what he is he was a human maybe he's a vampire now but still human maybe we need human blood for it to to stop the Nazis and UFOs from turning my blood to powder that's the dangerous slope that's the right wing all right pipeline right there powdery slope that's liver king to to killer dude right there yeah from liver king to killer yeah i like i don't what i want to

say i'm i mean but i don't want to sound very mean but I must stress all of what we just heard definitely has the vibe of like a guy who is obsessed with the fact that his penis doesn't work like everything you're said that's a lot of like to be man that's what a lot of guys turn out to be right yeah like this guy just there's a lot going on here but I think it also comes back to like I think it's a This guy's obsessed with this dick. Like, there's a lot of dick obsession going on here. It's not like that serial killer recovered before.

It's not like that. I think there's an element of it, but I think the element is not the majority. I think the majority is his mental illness. No, no, but I mean, like, I'm with you on the mental illness. Trust me. Yeah, yeah. But there's like a lot of like, um, like I think, you know, the big dick energy vibe of like some people have an attitude. And then if it's a man, there's that associate like, that's big dick energy.

but like there's also like a cool jazzy like micro dick energy that's cool and there's also that micro dick energy and there are some people that just have that and you know their whole obsession their entire life is like my penis is inappropriate for how I wish it were you know like there's a whole thing there and this guy because ladies I know sometimes like as a jab when we'll hit dudes with like a dick joke or whatever but I kind of stress this enough there's a sizable portion of the male population that will think about that and obsess over that and become like deranged

because you broke their manhood and that's that thing where like that's like the mental pitfall trap too of just like calling into hearing a joke and it making you upset and still blaming them without realizing it's internally an issue with you and why is this joke making you mad or whatever

when he's young he clearly has some sort of impotence issue that we don't really know what exactly it is, but some sort of impudent issue. And then he is diagnosed and it comes up again and again and again. But it seems like everything he's doing is literally running from that initial diagnosis. When he like has certain things after they're dead or like that's a whole. How's it happened yet? But we're getting there. Yeah. You mentioned that like the idea of you can't mock my penis if you can't talk at all. Like that's that kind of shit. Like this is, I'm convinced this is just this guy.

could not get over his dick. And his blood, like he was, he thought he was getting powdered up, dude. He didn't think he was getting powder. And I think that is, I think if you go back to it, how do dicks get hard? That's blood in there.

And if his blood's powder, he can't have a hard dick. Right. That's true. It's all connected. This man just was like obsessed with his penis. And the unlocked door thing, he lets him reshift it and put culpability on the people

who were inviting him in. They shouldn't have invited him in, right? Like, it's all, it's all taking internal issues and putting it on everybody else and that it's not him. Kind of messed up. Kind of weird. But this was, this was his hunting strategy from this point on, checking doors, you know, all that stuff. And if it was locked, that just means he moved on. And this kind of codified for him.

This is it. This is how we would do it. Long aimless walks through Sacramento suburbs became stalks. And then that is the reason I keep my doors locks, you know, for a long time and still do. For days, then we. this ritual yielded nothing but the quiet like door locks and opening each one his psychosis commanded him each barrier his psychosis told him to respect each locked door reinforced the message that you know you're not welcome here but weeks went on and he'd keep trying and he keep trying and he would find like the ones with the normal families you know had eating eating dinner watching television they're putting the kids to bed then those would be the ones where a lot of the houses were almost always locked He says he would be walking. He'd see those and no, almost always they would be locked.

But still, Chase was nothing, if not persistent. And this wasn't like, again, it's not like any of the other circuit killers where he's looking a very, very specific kind of victim. Just that this is an attempt at finding any sort of opportunity to see what happens. And eventually, this ritual had been performed until the universe decided, you know what, let's give it to him. And so he found a door that would come unlocked. In early January, 1978, he approached another house in another quiet neighborhood, put the hand on the doorknob and a gentle turn, expected it to be a dead bolt.

But instead, the door opened. This in his mind was a cosmic moment of the universe being like, it is time. That is so scary, dude. Yep. And this home, this family that lived there, they had left their door unlocked. They had, by his twisted logic, invited him inside. The barrier between his fantasies and reality had just dissolved. And a lot like other serial killers who find their accidental first killer, accidental first incident, he thought, oh shit, I'm welcome here.

So he slipped inside. His heart was pounding. He felt like he could like had heightened senses in this moment because it had finally gone and become real. And when he was inside somebody's home. This is a private space where like now being violated for his presence, I imagine gave him a rough. So he began moving through the quiet rooms, taking it all in, the furniture, he'd sit on, the family photos on the walls, he looked at them, all evidence just of ordinary lies being lived. Everything that he, in a weird way, kind of had been denied. And in another strange way, had slowly become to hate. The house, though, was empty. There was not a confrontation. There was no victim to act upon. The family just was not home. And for a moment, the absence of targets might have felt like a failure, I think, to him. But the urge to leave his mark quickly took hold.

So we could still kind of in his way a certain dominance over this space and leave something for the family to discover that showed them that they would live with that feeling of them not being safe. And like in his own mind, I think defile a sacred normalcy that he never had. And so he'd explored a little deeper into the home. and then he found where he was going to leave his mark, the nursery. This was like, you know, just decorated to a baby, you know, looking very innocent. I don't know what 1970s nurseries really looked like all that well. They were probably like, I imagine still soft colors, right? Like, I imagine.

I think it was pretty much like if you drew one in preschool, it's probably pretty much exactly what it would look like. Yeah. Well, I would call this place in this home, like I would say one of the more cherished spaces in any home, right? Like, you know, new baby. It's very, very, like, sanctified in a weird way. And this is exactly what he fucking wanted, a place where he was, he knew he was uninvited.

He wasn't supposed to be here. So what he did was next was deliberate. He moved to the crib and the small bed, obviously the small bed where the infant would sleep and completely unaware there was nobody in the room. And in there, in that tiny little bed, he shit. You know, of all the things that I thought he was going to. gonna do that's probably the least offensive i'm like a little bit relieved weird i'm like all right okay sure i can all right yeah yeah well you imagine it's like gonna like bleed everywhere i don't know

i don't know what i thought i don't know what i thought yeah yeah i just squatted over the crib did shit in it all over the clean baby sheets where uh and particularly uh i mean that is a violation like if i came home and saw that i'd be pissed very symbolic like of like you know violating it this shows to me there is more to this than just vampiric urge right like if he's just there looking for blood why are you shitting in the baby bed that has nothing to do with that uh this was his way of being like your safety is nothing your family is nothing i'm dominant in this space no matter what almost kind of like marking it like a weird wild animals territory i guess uh but whatever the case like this was a kind of a message that he violated their sanctuary and when he when he finished

he just left but his luck kind of was about to be tested because the family returned home while Chase was still in the vicinity he was somewhere maybe in like the backyard we don't know exactly where he was but they saw him the family saw him they saw that they described as a strange man skulking around their property and as soon as they met like they saw each other he took off they didn't get a very very good look at him they immediately panicked one of them the husband gave Chase while the wife went inside, demanding to know who he was. They pursued him through a couple of the nearby yards, passed a few other homes. They were shouting at them so people were hearing all this.

But Chase ran and adrenaline was just pumping through his system. His veins were working rather well in this moment. And he was just putting foot to pavement. After he kept running, eventually the screaming stopped and he realized that he lost him and he had gotten away. He had made it back to his car, gotten and started it up. just turned a corner and just fucking took off the family didn't know who it was they never got a good look at him and they didn't realize who it was until later on um they went back to their home obviously discovered everything that he had done the police were called the report was filed

but without clear identification without a license plate number any sort of evidence that point to who there was like nothing they could do they filed the report but that was kind of the end of it was filed the way as a bizarre little burglary uh incident a little burglary incident a little burglaration a little burglary oration but a little burglary nation uh this was a near disaster for chase

though like he almost fucking got caught right away um and I think you know most normal burglars I imagine there's a sense of like a little fear but for being chased after for being caught um but for Richard Chase no it didn't really affect him he saw

is like a little bit of maybe a warning to be more careful. But for the most part, this filtered through his mind as an experience through an entirely different lens that we can't even really understand because he had successfully invaded their home, got away from the cops to him, getting away from the law enforcement was proof that this was supposed to happen because if it wasn't, the university would have went down. He would have went down. He would have gotten caught. But for him, the lesson was just like, I can do this.

doesn't matter. As long as I get away, it's what I'm supposed to be doing. That is such a dumb philosophy. Yeah, no shit. It didn't make fear at all. It was literally just,

it didn't instill any caution in this man whatsoever. And he just fucking kept doing it. Kind of like a dry run in a weird way of like upping it. And again, you see the serial killer patterns of like intensifying his actions slowly but surely. And he loved the taste of violating somebody's privacy. This dry run. run was also kind of like a weird final exam that he was now ready to enact violence on others.

The hunt to begin for a home where the door was unlocked, but the people were home. In the same period, again, just to reiterate, his dear, he was continuing to deteriorate physically, getting more and more gone. And his mental state was just out of control in a land of complete unknowables. And that's when he had a chance encounter in one of the more chilling pieces of the investigative stuff that I read where that happened in at the town and country village of the area he was shopping center he was in basically just an ordinary shopping mall and he was out buying groceries I believe was what it was and it was during this like that he was shopping around he bumped

into somebody named Nancy Holden who was inside one of the stores just going about her day when she became aware of somebody who was standing a little bit away watching her when she looked up and saw who was staring at her. with like an intensity apparently that just made her feel grossed out. She saw Richard Chase that there was something wrong about him. For her, it was like

an internal alarm. She said that just like, okay, I'm being watched. I need to get away from this guy. She described him as painfully thin, like emaciated in a way that a serious illness or he looked severely malnourished. Like scary like dangerously thin. Yeah. Go look

at the pictures. You can see him. Like he looks gone. but she says there was her um she said it was his eyes that were the worst uh that they were sunken deep into his skull that kind of because they were so sunken it created these shadow like these shadows he looks like fucking fucking snoopy's cousin who comes from out of town who's got like the fucking like I don't actually know who that is I got to look that up I'll look at like spike or something like that he looks like that's funny he looks fucking messed up dude he approached her and apparently what he said to her and a cracked voice was

Nancy? Like, he recognized her. She felt a jolt of recognition, she said, but it was like she didn't really, like, she knew, like, she didn't recognize him, even with her saying, him saying her name. She's like, do you know this person? She maybe knew this person, maybe knew of them once, but she couldn't place them. She said that, like, he had like a familiar kind of look, but then basically everything else like whoever this had been then he they said to her were you on the

motorcycle when kurt was killed now this question hit her like a physical blow because kurt was her boyfriend from high school the boy who had apparently about a decade ago died in a motorcycle accident during that time back when she and this man who this man who she didn't always was had gotten like gotten to an accident and she was dating him and he knew them both he recognized her from high school bumped into her but she didn't recognize him this is i'm sorry i'm kind of like messing up i feel like i'm making this muddied chase recognized her in a store she felt like she recognized him and he hit her with the information from the past and he he like knew yeah yeah that's how he got in oh shit and she's like who is he and she's like who is he and she

thought she was having a moment when she talked in an interview where she thought she was having a spiritual moment was this his her boyfriend like coming back after the accident she didn't really understand until it did finally click she was like oh shit this is richard chase this guy with the hollow eyes this is someone that she'd known when they were both young and she knew him when he was a little healthier if not a little weird and now when she recognized him she was kind of horrified at like how far he had gone yeah yeah like who this person was because she said whatever it happened to him whatever path he'd been on for the past decade plus

it said it looked like it consumed him from the inside out like uh and she goes on to say like not normal aging behavior or aging like something that just like again looked like a living dead body is the way she described yeah hollow man is a perfect way to describe it from a 28 years later yikes yeah she was just like looking at him apparently during this moment he was wearing clothing

that was dirty stained and like She thinks now, looking back at it, thought might have been dark, dried patches of blood. He smelled kind of weird. Blood patches, dude. Because he was out, dude, because he's, like, still killing animals. Like, he's still doing the animal killing even while he's, like, opening doors. He's doing his vampire business, yeah. Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Uh, so she said her survival instincts kind of kicked in and everything about him screamed get away, even if he was somebody she used to know. And so she just simply, I guess, said, and kind of stammered, I have to go. and just controlled herself. She wanted to panic, turned away and walked away as quickly as she could without running. She said her heart was pounding and her body was screaming at her to move faster. Close to what I would do. Close to what I would.

And imagine it's like she said she could feel his eyes on her back, tracking her even as she like walked out to her car and got in and left. And it stayed with her. Like it never left and she, but she just said, what was she supposed to do? Call the police and report. she'd run into an old high school classmate by that creeped her out a question creeped her out because of a question she that he asked like there's nothing she can do and so she kind of just filed it away in her memory and like tried to forget about all that shit until all the crazy shit happened she had no way of knowing that she had just looked into the eyes of somebody who was looking to fucking kill somebody for the very first time and then she couldn't even know that like she could have been it because it's mere days from here that he actually commits his first murder. Like, and I fully believe that he was debating it being her. I don't think he meant to run into her, but I think he went, ooh, yeah. And went, ooh, yeah, exactly.

It was just a chance encounter that shows that, like, you never fucking know who you're talking to out in the public and don't trust anybody, even if you knew them like a decade ago. You don't know them anymore. You just don't know them anymore. Lives change. So, like, all the components for his violent eruption were now completely in place. he had his gun purchased, he'd had done his practice run, and now he had with Nancy Holden's disturbed but ultimately dismissed encounter fresh in his mind, he was ready to actually go

on a real hunt. So by the last week of December of 1977, Richard Chase had effectively ceased to exist. And his place was something else entirely a creature of pure, compulsive need, all the years of psychological fragmentation, all the years of bizarre delusions fed by his mother, the years of on and off medication ignores potentials to be saved in violent rehearsals with animals all are coalescing into a single terrifyingly focused purpose

that would run his life for a month before he got caught. And he was about to go ham on it as the vampire of Sacramento. Oh, no. Sacramento. Sacramento. Sacramento.

The sacramental. It's supposed to be a drop and I always fuck it. I fuck it up. Just okay, just you know what? What was that guy's name again? Drop it. The Vampire of Sacramento.

Whoa. Thank you. Just to your magic, you know, there. And when we return next week, we'll dive into the month longs killing spree with his first victim being Ambrose Griffin, who by all accounts, was just a engineer who did not know him. And we will finish the story of Richard Chase, the vampire of Sacramento next time. This feels like if somebody wrote like a modern day origin story for like where vampires came from. Like this sounds like a guy who like forced himself to become an actual vampire and then like, I don't know.

I don't know where the story's going from here, but it's really fucked up. It's like Dracula Origins, 1970s version. Yeah, you kind of. Yeah. Unfortunately, we're moving into the violent phase where less psychosis is like learned about and the psychosis is just like in the pilot seat. Yeah. I mean, still fucking crazy.

shit right yeah man it's nuts uh and again the amount of times that he could have been intervened on and wasn't and like his mom i can't believe his mom leaned him off the meds like all that shit it's just crazy yeah it's nuts nuts so thank you guys we're going to add in there thank you guys hope this is appropriate spooky uh serial killer for the spooky season we're off to go to a minisode at patreon dot com slash cheluminati pod where Alex once again what are you going to be talking about nut maxers obsessed with shooting the biggest loads we'll see you there We love you. We love you. Goodbye. Bye. Anyway, me and my wife were sitting outside indulging on our porch one night, enjoying ourselves.

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