Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 100 - Drunk as F*#k Suck of the Axeman of New Orleans

Episode Date: August 13, 2018

Well, you asked for it. We got a bunch of emails to do something special for the 100th Monday episode of TImesuck and the main request was to do Timesuck's version of Drunk History. So, the good folks from fantastic restaurant 10/six in Couer d'Alene brought over crawfish etouffee, beignets, whiskey, beer, and mixed up some hurricanes... and I got blackout drunk. I don't start out drunk - it was a steady progression. Started out buzzed for the first sixty minutes or so of the recording and then, well, things get messy. I hope you enjoy it! In 1918 and 1919 (and also in 1910 and 1911), someone or several people terrorized, for the most part, Italian Grocers living in New Orleans with, you guessed it, an axe. Or, rather, with several axes. And razors. And even an iron bar in one incident. Someone was breaking into homes, grabbing the most terrible weapon they could find in the victim's house (usually a meat cleaver/butcher's axe), and giving citizens of New Orleans about the worst wake up call you can imagine. And authorities never figured out who did it. We examine the crimes, we take a fun look into the history of New Orleans, and my wife Lynze steps in and helps me finish the Suck I get to too drunk to complete on my own. I had a great time. Thanks for taking us to 100 episodes Timesuckers and Space Lizards! You guys are the damn best!!! Merch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Want to try out Discord!?! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions: https://badmagicmerch.com/pages/contact Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG, @timesuckpodcast on Twitter, and www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna be a Space Lizard? We're over 2900 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits. And, thank you for supporting the show by doing your Amazon shopping after clicking on my Amazon link at www.timesuckpodcast.com

On Thursday, May 28, 1918, 28 year old Andrew Maggio called the New Orleans police department and screamed at the phone, come a once. My brother and his wife have been killed. Captain John Dunne of the seventh precinct in several patrolmen headed to the corner of Magnolia and upper line where they found the usual small grocery in saloon with the residents and back. Pale and shaken brothers Andrew and Jacob Maggio came out to meet the officers and let them tour to back bedroom. Were Captain Dunn came upon the most gruesome crime scene he'd ever encountered. The proprietors of the little Italian grocery store he'd entered, Joseph and Catherine Maggio appeared to have been hacked with an axe.

And then Captain Dunn realized that Joseph was still barely alive. The ambulance from charity hospital had already been called and pulled up at the grocery store just after the police Detailed got on the scene, but it was too late. They entered the bedroom only to watch with Captain Dunn as Joseph Maggio Choked out his last breath his wife had already been dead for several hours in autopsy revealed both had their throats cut and the Joseph had been hit twice with an axe one swing fracturing his skull And then he'd been cut a couple times on his face and neck.

Catherine had actually been hit with the Axe, but that doesn't mean, or she had not been hit with the Axe, but that doesn't mean her death was any less gruesome. The police surmised based on defensive wounds and body location that she got not a bed to defend her husband from his killer. And then she was slashed seven times on the face, on the shoulder, on the hand, the last probably received as she attempted to protect herself from the deadly razor slicing her over and over. The killing stroke had cut deep into the right side of her neck, slicing through the muscles, internal jugular vein and carotid artery and cutting into her airway.

A wound like that would have immediately dropped her to the floor where her gas for breath would have sucked the gushing blood into her airway, my god, drowning her in her own blood as she simultaneously bled to death. The ax man of New Orleans had struck, possibly for the first time, or if he was in fact the same man behind a series of acts attacks years earlier, he was now back and striking again. Someone, or someone's, had previously shook up the city when they took meat cleavers to some Italians in New Orleans in 1910 and 1911,

and those crimes were linked to a murder and an additional assault with a gun in 1912. The Axeman would captivate the people of New Orleans and terrorize Italian Americans for the next 18 months, and then, explikably, just vanish. We deep-dive into what did happen. Looking to what leading experts think happened, also take a look at one of my favorite cities in America,

New Orleans, in this blood-and-the-big easy true crime, history and mystery, one hundredthth episode edition of Time Suck. Happy Monday Time Suckers. Time to bask in the glory and the glow of Nimrod's fiery eyes that illuminate the cult of the curious Hail Nimrod Hail Lucifer, the praise of old jangles and triple M on the master sucker aka Dan Cummins and this is the 100th episode drunk as fuck time suck on the accident in New Orleans I just wanted to get all that out before it's been so hard to focus already If you're a new listener, this is not a normal show. This is celebration. A hundred straight weeks, the suck, the first episode recorded in a Santa Monica apartment

kitchen table in on a Santa Monica. That'd be weird to be recording inside of a kitchen table. That'd be a humble beginnings, man. Humble and cramped beginnings, recording a podcast inside of a fucking table. That's how I walked, school both ways uphill. No, but it was a show no one in the podcast world of the slightest interest in, and by the way, again, if you're a new listener, man, normally,

don't drink at all, normally drink coffee for the show, but this is the drunkest fuck suck. When people wanted a drunk history type vibe, and so I'm already, I think three hurricanes deep and a bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show.

I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. I'm a little bit more focused on the show. And that's why we record now in the suck dungeon in Corde of Lane surrounded by wonderful artwork books military challenge coins. We have posters. All the love you guys have been sending in. You know now we have a professional audio engineer

and a damn good one. Record in today's show instead of my jackass. You know the first episode was listened to by like maybe a few hundred people. The first week it was released based on current trends. Maybe 75, 80,000, we hear this episode in the first week. It's fucking incredible. And then it'll probably end now, because people are like, this fucking is drunk now.

Now he's drunk. Now we don't care anymore. Now, in the beginning it was just me, then you joined, you started helping, started sending in topics suggestions, suggesting how to improve the show, asking for merch to lead to the wonderful designs I now see in the crowd at the amazing shows

that you guys make the best I've ever had. You started asking for extra bells and whistles that led to me signing off on the creation of a new website, an app built by the listeners that were still building. Some of you start volunteering time to help with social media and emails, help with research, you encourage me to launch a Patreon account.

You signed up to support to fund the show, which led to a full time employee, which led to Joe leaving the most popular radio station in Spokane to grow what we're doing here. My wife, Lindsay, she left her career to help this show grow. And today, it's not only the 100th episode, when this comes out, it's also Lindsay and I second wedding anniversary, perfect timing.

Happy anniversary, my beautiful sexy, incredibly talented girl. Sweet P number two, truly could not do this without you. You're the best wife, partner, stepmom, to Kylovin Roe, fur baby mom, to Penny Pooper, and little ginger, aka Gigi, aka Jesus, that I could possibly even dream up. Those of you around, since the beginning, have really seen this little project grow.

Some unexpected ways. Thanks for sticking around. Thanks for spreading this suck. Thanks to time suckers also and fellow court-length small business owners who just got in the game a few months ago. Craig and TJ who own and operate the wonderful New Orleans inspired restaurant 10 over six. How perfect for this show. 726 North Forest Street, court-line Idaho.

They heard about today's topic. Celebration, they wanted to cater it. So they brought dinner for Joe Lindsay and I. They're getting me fucked up on hurricanes. I had some crawfish. F2F, some binyes, and yeah, man. And I'm looking forward to seeing some old faces and some new ones this week in Chicago. Next week in Denver. Next week in Denver also for the, wait, no, yeah, yeah, that's right. That's right. This week in Chicago, I can't remember what's happening. Next week in Denver, next week in Denver also for the, wait, no, yeah, yeah, that's right, that's right, this week in Chicago, I can't remember what's happening. Next week in Denver, we're also doing the live time suck on the Sunday, thanks for supporting the stand-up tour

and addition of the suck. I'm actually releasing my first vinyl record, some limited edition vinyl presence of maybe on the problem on Romana's records, it's so cool to hear it on vinyl. A month from now, it's September 13th as well. I haven't wanted to release a vinyl record for like a decade and how did the Romanis find me? The label owner, Chris Banta, Indy Rock champion,

vocalist of brother or brother is a time sucker and his band is fucking dope. And if you guys hadn't spread the suck, it wouldn't have spread to Chris. Wouldn't have led to the vinyl record. My son Kyler now wants to work for time suck when he's older. He talks about all the time and so crazy. He poured a lot of love into this suck and gotten way more back than I ever thought possible.

And just so you guys know, club after club tells me, the most amazing, intelligent, well-behaved fans out there on the fucking comedy scene for real. Couldn't be more proud of you, part of this tribe. It's been very surreal. Now let's get to today's episode. An episode dedicated to the memory of Time Sucker Andrew Paul Wood, who sadly left us this past week and who has traveled to the great mystery that awaits us all. More details on Andrew next week.

Sorry for being mysterious, but I'm just not in the right frame of mind to properly talk about him today, but I also didn't feel right about, you know, not saying anything about the passing of his sweet soul. So let's get to it. [♪ INTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ Alright! Today's tale takes place in New Orleans. Smack dab in the middle of Tennessee. New Orleans is actually the capital of Tennessee. Has been ever since New, you know, Tennessee became a state 1991.

I know quite a bit about Tennessee. It sits up my neck of the woods in between Montana and Hawaii. Tennessee has been ever since new, you know, Tennessee became a became a state 1991. I know quite a bit about Tennessee. It sits up my neck of the woods in between Montana and Hawaii. My wife Lindsey and I and the kids Kyler and Row spent, you know, spring break at New Orleans a few months ago spent a whole week in the French quarter didn't want to leave. And yes, I do know that New Orleans is in Louisiana. I feel like I felt like Craig and TJ and Lindsay, they're probably like, what, did you see that fucking drunk already? Do you think New Orleans is in Tennessee? Nah, it's so easy down on the on the brackets. Lake Posh on Train leads into the Gulf of Mexico. I enjoy imagining new listeners though, just wondering for a second. Like, why

are people listening to an educational podcast narrated by some idiot who doesn't know where New Orleans is? He doesn't even have a loose understanding of US geography. New Orleans, one of the cities I've traveled to where I've thought, yeah, I could live there. You know, not sure I could live there a year round. That humidity is oppressive. And I probably quickly go from being a tourist to someone who thinks the city is being ruined by tourists. I'd be one of those people. But I could at least live there like half the year, eat a lot of gumbo, crawfish, jump a lia. It's a magical place that doesn't remind me of any other place, not every city is like

that now. Most cities sadly no longer like that. Like I've actually forgotten in moments where I am because the town I'm staying in looks almost identical and feels even more identical to the last city I was in. Same stores, same stores, same type of people, same bumper stickers, same vibe. New Orleans doesn't really remind me of anywhere else. And the few times I've been,

it's like it puts a spell on me, man. Like normally, I don't give two shit about chickery. I have to Google what chickery even is, because I forget since the last time I've had it. It's a forage crop for livestock. And the roots of this little flowering plant can be used to stop your bleeding. Do you know that? If you any kind of wound, like if you really hurt yourself, if you can get, if you can

rub Chikri on it, you'll live forever. No, I don't know what I'm talking about right now. No, it's a coffee substitute. And odds are, if you've had chick or coffee, you've had it in New Orleans. And when I'm in New Orleans, all I want to do is drink that chick or coffee, it goes to my binnets. Those wholeness soulful donuts drowning in a stupid amount of powdered sugar. Oh, man, I had something tonight. I had something tonight. It made me miss New Orleans. I normally could care less about jazz, but suddenly when I'm in New Orleans, I'm fucking so into jazz.

I think about how I need to become like a jazz expert. Not like wear a beret. I don't even know if that's what jazz people do, but I don't wanna be like that kind of jazz guy, but I wanna be able to be like the guy who's like, oh, you know, I know I like bunk Johnson. Yeah, man, I'm way into bunk. Like, you know, actually know who bunk is.

Right now, I googled who is a New Orleans jazz legend and bunk came up and I just put that in my script. Must get more jazz. Well, the ax man, he was very into jazz, very into it. More on that in a bit. New Orleans is a fun town. Maybe the most fun town in the whole country, like a festive town known for bourbon street, women flash

and sweet boobs for cheap beads. A huge annual Marty Grouse celebration, huge St. Patrick's Day celebration, the last for a hell of a longer than a day. You know, last like a week or more, New Orleans is almost synonymous with drunken festive celebration. How fitting is that for how I feel right now? So to me, it seems even more fucked up that someone terrorizes popular city. Like a lot of serial killers have terrorized the Pacific Northwest, which frankly, I mean, it's never okay, clearly, but it kind of makes sense to me like it's dark

and dreary, you know, for, for months out of the year, for most of the year. Like I, like I imagine the soul of a serial killer to be dark and dreary, but New Orleans, come on, it's party central. And look, it, look, I, and I know that because of a few particularly rough neighborhoods, New Orleans actually does have one of the highest murder rates in the nation, but still seems like the ax man wasn't just attacking the city, he was attacking the heart of fun itself. So let's look a little into the history of New Orleans up until that point that the axiomers occurred.

How the big easy got started, what did it become by the 20th century? I'm going to take a quick break that you won't know about, because I'll be right back after the intro for this next segment. I'm gonna use the bathroom. I'm gonna have another drink. Why not? And then we're gonna roll right into the murders of the Axeman and today's drunkest fucks,

Time Suck, New Orleans Axeman timeline. Where's the, where's the fucking button? Shrap on those boots soldier. We're marching down a time-sug timeline. 1682, what happened? I don't know. Email me. You tell me, how about we play that game today? Eyes are out numbers, and then next week you find out what happened with those numbers. Now, 682 Louisiana, claimed for the French crown by explorer Robert Cavalais Sures de la Salle. In the city La Nouvelle, New Orleans, La Nouvelle, Orleanse was founded in 1718 by Jean-Baptiste Lémoire,

Debinville, New Orleans developed around the Voucette, the old square in English, a central square from which the French quarter evolved, a place me, Lindsay Kyler and Monroe, eight Benyais. We, Monroe ate so many Benyais, Momodid, we saw Colonel Benny, called her Benny. And I forgot my drink. So hopefully one of the fine folks outside of the room I record in can, oh, yeah, there we go.

Here's Craig, thank you Craig. Here's Craig from 10 over six with my little festive hurricane. I wonder if people drink hurricanes back in 1723. I don't know, but you know what I do know? That the crescent of high ground above the mouth of the Mississippi became the capital of French colony How about that the crescent city another one of the new of New Orleans nicknames It became a vital hub of trading and commerce of course it did it situated just north of the mouth the big old Mississippi River

Do you guys know that the Mississippi River is over 17 miles long? I think it's actually over 2000 miles long. It's chief river in the second largest drainage system, drainage system in North America. Second only to the Hudson Bay drainage system. 1763 Spain took control of New Orleans after the sign of the Treaty of Paris, began in a 37 year rule that left a lasting mark in the city's street names and architecture. The flat tower roofs, tropical colors, ornate ironwork of the French quarter

are Iberian touches brought over from Spain in order to prevent fires. Spanish controlled government mandated that the stucco, that stucco replaced wood for construction material and that all buildings be placed near the street and near each other. That doesn't seem to me to help with fire. Like why would you want the buildings these clothes or to each other?

How does that, I would think that would spread fire, but that's what they said. Whether it used to be yards and open spaces, surrounding buildings, the French quarter now rendered both more intimate and more secretive with continuous facades, arched passageways, gorgeous rear gardens and courtyards hidden from street view. Man, those hidden gardens, I was fascinated by those things walking around the French quarter,

blocks with the backs of the homes, actually button up against the outside street. The front of the home faces the inside of the courtyard, walking out front to like a hidden little garden, really only to be able to be able to be seen by like a few neighbors. You know, you head out the back door to the hustle and bustle of the city. Very unique. Gives it a lot of charm. From almost four decades, New Orleans was a Spanish outpost and important trading, cultural partner to Cuba, Haiti, Mexico, before reverting back to French

rule. This period also reflected Spain's more liberal views on race that fostered a class of free people of color. 1800, the Spanish ceded Louisiana back to France only to have Napoleon sell the city and what was the Louisiana Territory to the United States, three years later as a part of the $15 million Louisiana purchase, April 30, 1803. Being under French and Spanish control, all the way to 1803, after being founded in 1718, really gave it some European flair. Like, while New York and Philly and Boston, all the East Coast cities were Americanized much earlier, New Orleans continued to be a Western European outpost. While a US territory before the Civil War, New Orleans became a destination for slave trading as well as a vibrant cotton market

because New Orleans had different owners and a relatively short period of time, Spain, France, US, Spanish, French, and African people intermingled produced a Creole culture. Now historically, Creole was used in early generations to refer to colonists of French descent, who have been born in Louisiana, and were thus native to the territory compared to new immigrants. It then meant exclusively people of European descent.

It also was used for African slaves who were born in Louisiana as opposed to those born in West Africa and transported from there. French Creole became the term for those of exclusive French descent after they grew a Creole population of mixed ancestry. Many multiracial Creoles of French descent also called themselves French Creoles. It's a little confusing to be told. Creole came to describe everything from a style of music featuring both European and African influences to a specific style of cooking.

Jambalaya is a Creole dish. I used to confuse Creoles with Cajuns. They're very different. We touched on Cajuns in the mystery of the Oak Island. So Cajuns originated as a small group of French, Canadian, dirt bags with a strong cultural interest in B.C. ality and inbreeding and no interest in hygiene or dental care.

The fucking swamp people moved to the swamp, Louisiana and when Canada chased them out of the swam, Louisiana, and when Canada chased them out of the maritime, it's of eastern Canada, formerly known as Acadia, thinking that they weren't even human. They think they were subhuman monsters with only rudimentary language skills and they were tired of them scaring their kids. I'm kidding. Cajuns are an ethnic group that began in eastern Canada, French-Hell French settlers who formed the colony of Acadia last year from 1604 to 1713. Now, Acadia included the maritime provinces, parts of Quebec, even parts of Maine. They were kicked out of Acadia after Britain conquered the area in the mid-18th century and they just wouldn't swear allegiance to the British crown. They didn't care

it was conquered. They were like, nah, we don't like it, we don't like the British. They kept forming militias, kept attacking the British. So they were banished and they headed down to Louisiana, which was under French control at the time. So they were like, all right, you guys aren't French. Well, we're gonna find a place that is French. And that's how they made it to Louisiana. And they made it to like a mostly Southern Louisiana. And today a large section of Southern Louisiana

is known as a KDN. A French Louisiana region that comprises 22 of Louisiana's 64 parishes, parishes being Louisiana's equivalent to counties. They gotta do everything a little different down there. Most Cajuns did not end up in New Orleans preferring the rural areas of the state instead. Their kind of Cajuns are kind of somewhat like Louisiana's version of like Pines. Well, look at here now.

I got some peak. Tess is peak. I ever did lick out of my woman's beard. Well, look at here now. I got some peak. Tess is big. I've already look out of my woman's beard. Well, look at here now with the full belly. I made about baby with a Cajun woman. No mind and it had crawfish costs for hands and a Cajun baby alligator tail and a swamp Swamp Rodnogger for head All right, uh, I was tougher than I thought to sing, you know All right, that was tougher than I thought to sing, you know. The Piney, the Pinyny song, not created by a professional musician. A lot of people think that the Pinyny rhythm, like the Pinyny song, was created by someone who's probably one multiple Grammys, but I just came up with it, and I don't know that it quite works in real musical time.

And I had to do it on the drunk as fuck suck. Now back to establishing some damn historical contacts for New Orleans. All right, it's moved over to 1820. So we have Creole people. We have European Americans, Africans mostly from West Africa, small Native American population. And then the 19th century brings waves of new immigrants from Europe.

Foreign French continued to arrive as well as the Spaniards and Cubans. Cafe Dumond at Jackson Square was Spanish and its origins, not French. Love me some Cafe Dumond. Those little sweet fried fritter binyes with so much powdered sugar. Cafe Dumond, over 12,000 Yelp reviews, by the way. I thought that was impressive. And still has four stars. It's a must-stop. And it's open 24 hours. So you can either watch super hammered tourists, like stuff binyes, their faces, they're about to vomit or be one of those dizzy happy people. Okay. So the largest waves of the 1820 those was trying to get to.

Largest waves of immigrants came from Ireland and Germany from 1820 to 1870. The Irish and Germans made New Orleans one of their main immigration ports. Second only to New York, far ahead of Boston, Philadelphia, Baltimore. I didn't know that, man. I'm guessing that's why there's such a large St. Patrick's Day celebration now, because there's a lot of Irish immigrants who came to New Orleans.

New Orleans, first city in America, to host a significant settlement of Italians, Greeks, Croatians, and Filipinos. Just before the opening of the 20th century, thousands of Sicilians came to New Orleans. Huh. Uh, in the early 20th century, New Orleans was still, I can't remember about the Filipinos part, because I wrote Filipinos as a joke at one point.

I don't know if it made it to the final draft. Now I'm questioning the Filipino say, I don't know that a large Filipino population made it in New Orleans in the 19th century. I don't think so. I think, but Italians, Greeks and Great, that part's true. In the early 20th century, New Orleans was still very French. One 1902 report described one fourth of the population of the city, speaks French, an ordinary daily intercourse. That's how they wrote it. While another two fourths is able to understand the language perfectly. A century later, after a century after it's American takeover, the culture is still predominantly very French.

New Orleans happened in place in early 20th century by 1900, the city street cars were electrified. New Orleans jazz was born in its clubs and dance halls of revolutionary way to combine ragtime, blues, spirituals, and American songbook into something brand new and soul-stri, man ragtime. I would rather be, I think, just like, held down and tickled than have to listen to a lot of ragtime. I like a lot

of music. Fuck, I don't think I've ever heard a ragtime. I'm like, yeah, turn it up. Turn it up. Hey, hey, turn up that ragtime. That's fucking, that's a hot jam. Is that people say that? It was the 12th largest city in America, 19th-Honda with almost 3,000 people, just a few thousand less than San Francisco, Pittsburgh, and Cincinnati. And then inventor A. Baldwin Wood created the screw pump in 1913. Powerful and genius mechanization that allowed New Orleans to develop much of the swamp that surrounded the city and grow even more. This new pump technology drove the ambitious draining of low-lying swamp land located

between the city's Riverside Crescent and Lake Ponshon train, new levees and drainage canals meant that many residents can now live below sea level, which now is one of those things where it's like, okay, cool, but got dang it, you know, hurricane season, fucking pretty rough when it comes to being below sea level. Okay, so also in the early years of 20th century, old French quarter is starts taking turn for the worse. It starts turning into outright slum. A lot of it's once elegant buildings

now divided into tenements, rented to the poor, notably the first and second generation Sicilian immigrants, who by according to one estimate made up 80% of the resident population of the French quarter in 1910. So the French quarter really the Sicilian quarter in 1910. In the years during and just after World War I,

artists, writers also began to move into the area surrounding Jackson Square, you know, they were attracted to the cheap rent, faded charm, colorful street artists man. When we start moving into your neighborhood, you know it's going shit. It's gonna start getting real bohemian, gonna start smelling like that reaper,

gonna start smelling less deodorant. Mm-hmm. Okay, the European Americans concentrated their numbers in a new uptown neighborhoods, upriver of Canal Street, a ride on the St. Charles Street car could take a visitor away from the economically struggling French quarter, the street car,

the oldest surviving troll in the US was constructed to connect those two 19th century settlements. Okay, so now we've made it up into the time of the Axeman attacks. And before we go further, time for today's first sponsor. Time suck today is brought to you by Pudy and Juju, 17th annual Mississippi Jazz Cruise August 28th, 2018 through May 1st, 2019, celebrating the intertwined early 20th century of New Orleans and America's most successful comic book.

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So, got you! Ha ha! I got you Audible, but I really do like them. So, you know, hey, after fun and silliness and awesome sponsorship, time to break down Norton's early 20th century with Italian immigrants. And,

and but I also needed another drink. So I left that out there. And I bet it's Craig. Yay! Ah, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. He just said, I create bright enough to drink it's Craig. Yay. Ah, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. He just said, I create a brand new drink in. Okay. In order to understand the ax man attacks,

you have to understand molecular biology. How do atoms relate to fucking arms and legs? Who knows? No, you have to understand the social situation of Italians in particular, Sicilians in New Orleans at this time. Most of the ax man's victims were Italian grocers. Very, very specific and unusual target demographic,

by the way, just, Bobby, why do you hate Italian so much? For the last time, Winston, I don't hate Italians. I hate Italian grocers. I'm sick of the meatballs and the pasta and the breadloafs and most of all all the olive oil. If I see one more bottle of olive oil, I'm gonna fucking take an axe to town grocer. Time plus tragedy equals comedy.

I only feel uncomfortable saying that because it's been so long ago. And then in the late 19th and early 20th century, Italians about 80% of whom were Sicilians brought into Louisiana and Mississippi to work in the cotton and sugar cane fields. And they didn't fit in very well with the black, white dichotomy of the segregation of the South. They were not black, but they were also not considered white.

Most of them weren't content to stay laborers. These immigrants tended to work very hard, live on very little, save every dime, go into business for themselves as soon as they could, often starting as peddlers or fruit vendors, working up there into grocers. Man, race is a man, fear of the unknown, right? Same shit going on today.

Man, in the early 20th century, it was a primarily French-based culture, not liking the new Italians. Not liking those Italians taking over their neighborhoods. Now in the U.S., well, you have the descendants of primarily Western European white settlers terrified of the Mexicans taking over their neighborhoods now in the US Well, you have the descendants of primarily Western European white settlers terrified of the Mexicans taking over their neighborhoods Like like my elderly white neighbor Jim same shit different era What's funny to me is that the is that many Mexicans have a lot of Spanish blood a Western European nation

Just a thousand miles south of England and every bit is European people like nah, huh? Another the Mexicans and they're different than I don't understand it. And I'm my ancestors are English. I don't know. It's such nonsense, such nonsense. Anyway, by 1900, New Orleans had the largest Italian community in the South, about 20,000 counted children of immigrants living in New Orleans. While plantation owners alike their work ethic, they didn't like their upward aspirations. Planta's grumbled that they couldn't keep Italians in the field because in a couple

years, they would have, quote, laid-by a little money and are ready to start a fruit shop or grocery store at some crossroads town by 1900s, small Italian owned businesses are beginning to spring up all over Louisiana. Further drawn the eye of the previous sellers of New Orleans as the attitude of the newly arrived Italians towards African, no, is the, is the attitude of the newly arrived Italians towards Africa or no, it is the is the attitude of the newly arrived Italians towards African Americans. Italians didn't seem to mind working along African Americans in the fields. And this pissed a lot of white people off.

Like they didn't understand the racial hierarchy of the South and their willingness to do so made them no better than quote, Negroes, Chinese or any other non white groups in many Southern's eyes. Like think about how absurd that is. These Italians were looked down upon, partly because they were not interested in being as racist as their other white counterparts. Humans, man, we can be such insane meat sacks.

So much shit to get legitimately worked up about. And then we're just worked up because we don't understand the culture of someone who lives next to orders because it doesn't happen to be ours. Ah, fucking drives me. Will we ever get better? Will we like our hope? So, part of why I get motivated with this podcast, man, it's like, it's that there's so many

things that are so silly that we get worked up about. Anyway, Sicilian's generally possessing a darker complexion that it tines from further north on the Italian peninsula often considered not white, nothing but quote black dagos. This is not lost on a contemporary observer that even African-American laborers distinguish between whites and Italians and treated their fellow workers with as one described it.

A sometimes contemptuous, sometimes friendly, first name familiarity, they would never have dared employ with other whites. Now, there's no sign that dagos no better than quote, Negro's helps account for growing prejudice against Italian immigrants than the late 19th and early 20th century. They face suspicion even the occasional lynch mob. And the French quarter, the oldest section of the city had now become an Italian neighborhood.

By the early 20th century, so many Sicilians congregated in the lower French quarter in the river that the area from Jackson Square to Espinalade Avenue between Decatur and Chartro was known as Little Palermo. By the early 20th century Italians were taken over the New Orleans Corner Grocery business. Still a lot of those little corner grocery stores in Nolet today, man they're fucking adorable. I don't know how they make enough money to survive but I hope they stick around because they had so much charm and character to the amazing neighborhoods. You know, Italians owned 7% of grocery stores in New Orleans in 1880.

But by 1900, 19% were Italian owned. By 1920, they ran fully half of all grocery stores in the city. And long before the acts killings of some Italian grocers, other Italians had been murdered in New Orleans for being Italian. On October 16th, 1890, we stepped back for a second, New Orleans chief of police, David Hennessy, he was murdered at his home. And as he died, he said, the day goes got me.

And then the police arrested a number of Sicilians who were tried in two groups, then after a set of acquittals, a mob stormed the jail. On March 14th, 1891, Lynch, some of those who've been acquitted, as well as some of those who had yet to be tried murdering 11 of the accused. It was one of the largest ethnic lynchings in US history actually caused Italy a to cut off diplomatic ties with America, which sparse rumors of war. Press covered to the trial and lynching introduced the Italian mafia to

US citizens, kicking off the stereotypes all Italians are either in the mafia or have mafia connections by vilifying Sicilians in the press. The day after the lynching, the times pick a gun. The times pick a gun! That's a fun name to say. The New Orleans newspaper presents 1837, published an editorial with a following excerpt. The sneaking and cowardly Sicilians, the descendants of bandits and assassins who have transported to this country, the lawless passions to cut through practices, and the oath-bound societies of their native country are to us

abests without mitigation. Our own rattlesnakes are as good as citizens as they, or as good or as good citizens as they, Lynch law was the only course open to the people of New Orleans. Man, the fucking paper legitimizing a lynching of innocent people. Wow. Ah, and call them no better than rattlesnakes. And that shit happens today, whoever wrote that doesn't have a job tomorrow. You know, radio host Don Imez referred to the Rutgers Women's Basketball team.

Remember that he said that horrible thing called him Nappy-headed hose in 2007, and CBS fired him, you know, as they should have. Stupid thing to say, culturally out of touch, dude, trying to be funny. But then, but referring to an entire race of people as nothing but thieves, pests, snakes, not trying to be funny, that's just pure hate, acceptable back then. So, you know, all of this goes to show I'm trying to set up this tone that by the early of 20th century, there is a deeply entrenched racial tension between Italians

and other white, not Italian New Orleans residents. And that is what likely set the stage for the Axe murders. Early in the morning, August 13, 1910, Harriet Crudey woke up from a sound sleeve to find the shadowy figure of a man standing over her with the meat cleaver. A man she'd never seen before, held with the mosquito netting around her bed with one hand, waved the bloody cleaver at her with another, he demanded money, said, uh, I'll do to you what I just did to your husband. Now this mosquito netting man, that sounds like I didn't know about until recently. It's super common in New Orleans.

Uh, the fam and I, Lindsay and the kids and I toured some historic homes in New Orleans. I remember seeing this. In the pre-air conditioning days of New Orleans keeping all your window shut and having no airflow meant that you were, uh, you know, in the pre-air conditioning days of New Orleans, keeping all your windows shut and having no airflow meant that you were turning your balls into a stew. It was a fucking sauna, your ass crack was chronically very sweaty. So, you know, you open some windows,

you get some airflow, you get some fans, leave them on all the time, but then you got mosquitoes, you got skaters. Skaters such a problem, that to keep them getting eaten alive at night, you had a mosquito netting draped completely around your bed, like your campet, which I'm sure, which I think about making like climbing into bed drunk and then getting out to pee later, such a nightmare. Like, I wonder how many hammered Noreland's residents just got fucking tangled in their mosquito netting as they fell out of bed, you know, to try and go to the bathroom.

Anyway, panicking over what he said about her husband. Mrs. Crudy looked down, saw her bloody partner lying still across the foot of the bed screaming, you've murdered him. She reached under the pillow for a box containing $8, which was a lot of money back in 1910. She hands it over. The man with the cleaver wanted more. He said, is that all you got? I want all of it. She insisted that was all she had.

She turned around. No, I'm sorry. And then he turned around, stood out of the bedroom through the Crudey's combination grocery store, residence, snatched sorry, and then he turned around, showed out the bedroom through the crudey's combination grocery store, residents snatched up there, and this is a random. He snatched up their pet mockingbird. Grab the cage as he went. Tossed the meat cleaver in the yard, retrieve the shoes you had taken off,

climbed over the back fence, just and then just kind of leisurely walked down the block. Down the LaSept Street, reached the corner, sits down in a doorstep. He opens the latch on the bird cage. Let's the bird fucking fly off. They need to liberally roll the cigarette, leans back on the stoop and smokes it. This was cited in numerous sources. I don't know how they have all those details

about exactly what he did, but never caught him, but whatever. Then he put on his shoes, stood up, son or down, Daphine Street. Meanwhile, Mrs. Crudie afraid their husband was dead or dying, was desperately trying to shake him awake. Luckily, Crudie's injuries turned out to be far less serious than they'd first appeared. He'd been cut in the head on the chest,

but neither one was life threatening. The 40-year-old son of an Italian immigrant, August Crudy and his 29-year-old wife Harriet, had opened their store on the corner of Royal and the Sepp streets only a month before. It was located in the Biowater District of New Orleans, a block from the Mississippi River. Just over a mile and a half each of the French quarter, Crudy had been in the ice business. But he worked hard to save the money to buy his own grocery,

a modest establishment, and a modest neighborhood. August and Harriet shared the small house with their two young sons, Jake and August Jr., and 18-year-old Arthur Crudy's stepson. They wondered why they ...and they wondered what they'd done in just a month, like to provoke such an attack. Their Crudy couldn't think of anybody who wanted to harm them. The police, however, were able to put together a suspect based on the accounts of Mrs. Crudy and a neighbor who happened to look out the window in time to catch a glimpse of the saline.

The police looking for a man, 36, 37 years old, five foot six inches tall, broad shoulder, clean shave and dark hair, thick nose and lips, rough husky voice, he'd worn dark trousers, a loose blue working man's shirt, a black Derby hat. And then less than a month later, in a rest is made and John Flannery is charged in the attack. This is September 9, 1910. John Flannery was an addict and co-cated and morphine quote, feigned the newspapers called him.

Also, a petty criminal with a history of burglary to support his drug habit. A previous arrest for assault features that roughly tally with the description. The crudey is silent. When he was caught breaking into a grocery store two weeks after the attack on August crudey, Mrs. Crudey was called down to police headquarters. She unhesitantly identified him as her husband's attacker. Police were able to connect flineries with a series of other burglaries in which if railroad shoe pin similar to the one crudey's crew's left and crew's grocery store had been used the case against him

seemed clinched but did he really do it he would never go to trial for the crime at age 25 Flannery quite a bit younger than the mid late late late thirties man described by witnesses. Doubt about his fitness to stand trial led to let do a commission to assess his mental condition the commission consists of two doctors and they concluded that Flannery's mental state had been compromised by drugs and alcohol as mine is now. He's suffering from disorganized schizophrenia and that he was insane and irresponsible,

as a quote, a permanent minister of society. So 11 days after John Flannery is taken into custody on September 20th, a very similar crime occurs, which also means, I mean, did he do it? You know, right after it gets caught, you know, the same modus operandae operandae, fuck, whatever, M.O. Is it a different man or the same man who John was taken the fall for? He never did confess to the first attack. A man crept up to the grocery in residence of Joseph and Concetta Rosetto shortly after 145 a.m. on the morning of September 20th, 1910.

And I am going to push a button that will now signify that I have to go to the bathroom. Man, that's a pretty sweet button. I wish I had that button in life in general. How happy. Like, things are getting like awkward in whatever social interactions like, hey guys, hey, hold on, hold on to that thought. I might be right back right after I hit this button. And then just go do what you need to do. Oh man, I'm starting to think this might have been a bad idea. I hope you guys are doing this. So I'm like,

why would it be fun to listen to somebody fucking struggle? Through so many details. These words are already hard to say. But anyway, a man crept up to the grocery store. I'm going back a little bit. I know I'm repeating myself in residence of Joseph and Concetta, Rosoto. Rosoto?

Rosoto, fuck, and they're like the noodles. No, those are the rice. Rosoto is like a food. It's a rice noodle food, I think. A man crept out to the grocery and residents of Joseph and can cheddar risetto. Shortly after 145 a.m. in the morning of September 20th, 1910,

Tauntie Street and London Avenue was a rundown crime ridden part of town. Mix of a poor Italian American and African families, African American families. This sparsely populated neighborhood on the outskirts of New Orleans, hardly seemed part of a proper city at all. It was kind of like bunch of pig pans, cow sheds,

and barely passable dirt roads. This is where this crime happens, the Rosettos, both children of Italian immigrants, had done well for themselves. Their business was so successful. The five years earlier, they've been able to build a new grocery in ballroom and add a pool room.

The cottage they built alongside their business was was bigger than any of The other small grocers it had the stravigants of both a parlor and a dining room as well as a bedroom in kitchen At 42 and 36 years old mister and Mrs. Roseto had been married for 17 years With no children they had only each other for company, were by all accounts that devoted loving couple. And then early the Tuesday morning of September 20th, some psycho showed up with a stolen medax similar to a butcher's pleaver, but a three pounds a little bit heavier from the cow shed in the back. He snuck up the kitchen, climbed to an unlatched window inside the house. He walked past the open door leading the grocery,

entering the bedroom, the intruder went over to the woman's side of the bed and with a knife sliced open the mosquito net Exposing the sleeping couple he raised his weapon and then slammed it down into Mrs. Rosetta's face Fuck can you imagine getting woken up like that with the axe to the face Your dead asleep one moment axe one in your face next moment some change your standing above you in the process of cutting you up some more. I can't believe like all the stuff we talk about on time, so this stuff really happens to people. You're asleep. You're just laying in bed. You're not even minding your own business.

You're sleeping in your house. And then someone hits you in the face with an axe. It's unbelievable. Truly hard to imagine a worst type of alarm clock than an axe to the face. The first blow smashes her right cheekbone. God. And then his conchette reflexively twists away from her attacker. He strikes again and again, cutting deep into the left side of her face,

slashing the neck, this piece of shit. He then moves around to the other side of the bed and strikes her husband twice in the face. How did he not wake up? One blow slices clean to the college of his nose. How do you not wake up? How hard of a sleeper are you? Like, I feel like sometimes I can sleep pretty hard, but I feel like if Lindsey got to act to the face,

I would like to think I would wake up on the first act to the face. Ah, he must have been swinging that at Medaxe fast. He's for several times and he hits a dude several times. Violent intruder then drops his Medaxe and the tangles trans of the mosquito net. He runs off. He didn't take stop taking anything. He runs out to the pool room behind the kitchen, open the door leading down to the yard,

heading down the head and toward the fence in the front yard. Joseph Rosetto, gross his way to a dresser where he grabs a revolver, staggers to a side porch, fires two shots into the airs, and then it helps comes fast. Man, they hear the gunshots. An ambulance is called when authorities arrive, the Rosetto's bedroom resembles,

according to one paper, a slaughtering pin. Bloodsoaks to bed, smirred all over the floor, traces of Mrs. Rosetto's hair cut by blows at the ax. What in the fuck? Lay bloody on the bed close. She's laying in her own blood, traces of Mrs. Rosetta's hair cut by blows at the axe. What in the fuck? Lay bloody on the bed close. She's laying in her own blood, unrecognizable in gray pain, pleading for help,

other than a romantic rival he'd had for his wife years earlier, Mr. Rosetta couldn't think of having any enemies. He knew of people who disliked him, mostly customers who had been refused credit, threatened him from time to time. I would suck, but didn't believe any of them would actually try to kill him. Over the next several days, the police time to time, I would suck, but didn't believe any of them would actually try to kill him.

Over the next several days, the police questioned suspect that, or suspect without making any progress and catching the axioting the saline, police determined that the meat acts used in the attack have been stolen from a butcher stall in a local market several weeks previously, nail that sense. And a large butcher knife stolen from the stall,

at the same time it turned up a week or so ago, at a burglar grocery. Less than two miles from the Rosetta grocery. Not as good on that sense. This made the crime even more puzzling. The criminal appeared to be a thief who had robbed one grocery without hurting anyone as well as an assailant who viciously attacked the Rosetta without stealing anything. Fortunately, the Rosetta's do survive the attack. Both of them. Conceta would live another 30 years dying at the age of 66 and 1940. Joseph died only two years later in 1912, at the age of 44. While the newspaper said that his death wasn't a direct result of the injury, he'd sustained.

He was never the same after the September night, and it seems like his wounds, both physical and psychological, probably contributed to his decline. Was Joseph Rezettel the first person to be killed by the accident of New Orleans? Well, June 26 19 11 Perfectly ordinary day for Joe and Mary Davie. They woke up early had their grocery store at arts and Galvestes streets Galvestes Street open at 5 30 a.m Spent a long day waiting on cuss with me at 5 30 a.m Ugh

They were they were still newlyweds only been bearing like five months. Mary went to bed early that night. Joe closed up by himself at about 10 pm. I've recounted receipts for the day. He finally slipped under the mosquito netting and crawled into bed next to a sleeping wife at about 11 pm. Sometime in the early pre-dawn morning of June 27th, violence awoke Mary and she looked up to the stranger in her bedroom. By the dim light of the oil lamp burning in the corner of the room, she saw a man near

her wardrobe. Joe only moaned a response to intruder asked where is your money and Mary was too frightened to reply. So he grabbed a heavily porcelain mug and hit her hard enough on the side of the head to knock her unconscious. When she woke up, he was gone. She was in shock and she didn't yet realize the extent of her wounds. She had cuts on her face in a right hand and arm, a short time later a customer used to

her grocery store, being open, you know, already knocked on the bed in the window when she asked to buy some bread, she told him she couldn't sell any bread yet because her husband's asleep. And his customer, he can see blood on her face. He knew something was wrong. So, he rounds up a few other men, the inner of the house, a short time later, they discovered Joe laying on his blood soaked bed with a badly fractured skull. His breath is coming in gas, his brain is swelling as a result of trauma, pressed against the respiratory centers

in his brainstem, Mary is disorientated and shaking. The fifth precinct police station, only a mile and a half away, they get a telephone call, just after 6 a.m., a sergeant with a detail at patrolman, hurry over to investigate. He took one look at the dying man, traumatized girl, and immediately had the couple taken to charity hospital. By 10 o'clock, over a half dozen investigators crowded into the grocery and his tiny living

quarters to take an inventory at the crime scene, the intruder had pride open a window with the railroad chupin again, climbed into saloon. Once he made his way into the store, he had raised a hinge section of the grocery store counter to gain access to the door leading to two or three steps in the residence. He went through the dining room after that to get into the bedroom. In the bedroom, it was clear the intruder had hammered the grocer mercilessly smashed his skull, drenched in the bed in the bottom half of the mosquito netting and blood. Joe Davy had been attacked while he was asleep with no chance to fight back.

The revolver still laying on the side table untouched and useless. He'd been hit with such force that the impact of the blows had collapsed the top of the Moss Pack double mattress in a 15 degree angle. Skull fragments and bits of brain littered the sheets. God damn, after the assaulting Mary, the assailant left the door left by the door opening onto Art Street. As far as the tech does could tell, nothing been stolen. Despite his demand for money, the man hadn't tried to take the $64 cash hidden under the pillow, an obvious place for a burger to look. Contents from the wardrobe and trunk were scattered about. Mary's jewelry was on the stirb.

Small amounts of money were still in drawers. Nothing indicated the attacker had robbed this place. The police find no weapon other than those belonging to the Davies at the scene that nature of Joe Davies wounds and the similarity of the attack to Crudy and Rosetto. Those crimes made everyone assume it was a cleaver of some sort. Davies wounds, the inquest for later show were caused by a blow with a sharp edge through, though heavy blade, almost in the center of the head, crushing through scalping bone. Man, just such an injury as, as would have resulted from a blow with a

butcher's cleaver. On Wednesday morning, the daily pick a youn, the new one is pick a youn, screamed, Fiendish cleaver, abroad again. Mary repeated the story, she'd first given detectives a little more coherently this time. She'd heard nothing until she woke to see the man ransacked into wardrobe.

She remembered very little after being hit. She was clear that he had spoke English. Are you sure about the man speaking English as one of the detectives? Positive, she said, unaccented in English. She insisted so she knew he wasn't an Italian, even though she had only glimpsed him by the light of the single, you know, little taper burning in the bedroom. Mary was able to provide a description of the man. He was white, clean shave in about five foot 10, not especially strong looking. He wore a blue jumper, working man's shirts.

Black pants, no hat. He been moving soundlessly across the floor so she thought I must have been barefoot. Or she gave her testimony. Her new husband dies from his wounds. Someone, possibly the man who become known as the ax man of New Orleans, had left her a 16 year old widow, a 16 year old widow pregnant with her now dead husband's child.

After Joe Davy dies, the governor, Louisiana, posted a $500 reward for information leading to the caption conviction, the killer, but the reward would lead to no arrests. Eventually law enforcement for the most part settled on chalkin' on the first few attacks to the black hand. A term many use that time to refer to a certain type of extortion racket

the Sicilian mafia used. And the term came to refer to like, you know, like mafia organization in general. The Matranga family, the Matranga crime family, was a mafia family from Sicily, one of the oldest American organized crime families in the record, they settled in New Orleans sometime in the late 1800s by 1911, they're not alone.

There was also the Provenzo crime family. And these gangs, they did offer local Italian businesses quote unquote protection, protection really being extortion. Now you could pay him or they could come fuck you up. What a great business model. To me, like, hey, here's, I have a business offer for you. How about you guys give me $100? And they're like, well, I don't wanna give you $100,

I take your drink real quick. I don't wanna give you $100. And like, well, what? I don't want to give you $100. I take your drinko quick. I don't want to give you $100. And like, well, here's the thing. You give me $100, or I'm gonna fucking beat the shit out of you. All right, I'll give you $100. Man, extortion. And I guess theoretically, meeklyver, not entirely out of the question

for these kind of people. May 16, 1912, the attack that the least amount of AXMAN experts attribute to him occurred, but some do think he was responsible, so it's worth including, less than a year after Joe Davies murder. And all these murders are not a part of like, I don't know, there's like an official AXMAN law. But these are all the early ones, again, just to remind you guys where the ones that would occur some years later are the ones that people think, yes, for sure, this is the AXMAN.

These are ones that maybe and or probably ax man. So, less than a year after Joe Davies murder, another time Grocer dies the middle of the night, superficially crime very similar to the attack on Davie. Young Grocer, brutally murdered, sleep next to his wife. Yet the two murders, very dissimilar in one crucial way, a way that indicated a different kind of criminal and a different type of motor, possibly at 27. Tony, uh, Sikambia was already

success. He'd learned the business of the boy in his Italian, or I'm sorry, his father's Carlton grocery store. Now he's running his own grocery in Bari, opposite to town. And he's married to Mrs. Tony as a local's calder, pretty 23 old Joanna, you know, they're well on their way to producing the hoped for house full of children married not quite two years had one son. And then as he's sleeping in his bed on the morning of May 16, 1912, you know, shico's horribly wrong. 2 a.m. and intruder stacks a couple of soapbox on top of your other climbs up to the to reach a kitchen window at the back of Tony and Joanna's house, opened in the shutter, raised in the unlast window, he crawls into the kitchen, entering the bedroom, the intruder attacks Tony, killing him almost instantly, inadvertently, inadvertently wounding Joanna.

The baby sleeps and sleeping next to them is unharmed. Now, how is this crime so different from the murders of Joe Davey and Joe and Catherine Maggio? Well, Tony's secambria is shot to death. In the bedroom, the assailant walked up to the bed, pulled the mosquito net into way, pointed his 38 caliber pistol to sleeping grocer and pulled the trigger.

And then fired again and again. He unloaded five shots into Tony before taking off. And then also takes nothing. The first three shots, Enter Tony's back caused him to jerk in voluntarily. So the next two hit with less accuracy, wounding him in the side in the arm, doesn't take known for internal hemorrhaging to kill him. He's dead

by the time the ambulance arrives. Joanna also ends up dying. She's killed accidentally. One bullet shoots right through her husband's body. Strikes are in the hip. Penetrates are abdomen. At first, everyone thought she would live, but the wound went septic because this is the time of terrible medicine. Just, you know, whiskey caught them. Saw. No good stuff going around medicine-wise. So she dies of a pair of tenitis, 10 days after her husband leaving a little jade to be raised by his grandparents.

Some speculated because it involved in another attack on Italian grocers, must be the ax man, even though a gun was used. And then also, six years later, a connection with this crime and some later definitive ax killings would emerge. Let's skip to that. May 28, 1918, Joe Maggio and his wife discovered by the Maggio brothers.

You know, some of Joe's brothers after being struck with multiple ax wounds and also their throat sliced with a straight razor. This is the crime we opened today's episode with. Mrs. Maggio's head cut nearly clean off her body and ax is left in the bathtub. While surveying the scene, detectives find it unusual message called in chalk, just a block from the Maggio residence that says Mrs. Maggio is going to sit up tonight just like Mrs. Tony. Well, the Mrs. Tony they theorized referred to

Scambera's wife who was referred to as Mrs. Tony by some of their customers. The killer clearly referring to the 19 of 12 murders. So either the same killer or person trying to connect the two crimes to throw heat off of himself. Following this murder, the press runs with the ax man from 1910 to 1912 as being back on the scene.

Citizens, most likely Italian grocers are terrified. How much of that fucking suck if you're some niche business in your town? And then some killer shows up killing only people that do what you do. I can imagine that. You want a 30 or 40 owners of a florist shop in Omaha, Nebraska. And then a serial killer starts showing up and starts killing specifically Omaha florist shop owners, not like someone who works in the floor shop.

No, no, specifically the owners and the police can't catch him. Like, like, like, for me, I'm naturally a twitchy, high-strong person. If so, like, like, even right now, earlier, just a little bit of go, you guys don't know this, but earlier, I'm going to the bathroom and Lindsey came in and hit me with a ball. She threw something at me when I'm going to the bathroom. So now I'm jumping back to the room. Now I'm jumping now. I keep expecting any moment. The door's gonna open. God damn it! Lindsay just did that. God! You're gonna be brought to you in a different drink. Are you a special glass? I got a special glass and I have a special drink.

I don't know who made that glass. I don't remember Joe. Joe? You smell good. Who never chose you, no? Joe? You smell good. Who made the glass, Joe? Joe's also everyone's drunk here. Ryan? Huh? Okay.

Ryan something. This is fun. Hey guys, in your office right now, in the middle of the day, you're having so much fun listening to this. I'm talking about, talking about, talking about Italian grocers gave murder, Joe. And it looked, and this is very, this is a very sensitive subject. It happened, yeah, it happened a hundred years ago, but there could be Italian grocers listening to this right now.

And we get to have a good time. And they're not being murderous. That's good. If I find out, I'll let you know, Joe's going to let me know my headphones later who gave me the special. It's like very heavy glass. Hand blown. Hand blown. Time suck colors. Time suck colors. the special, it's like very heavy glass, hand blown,

time suck colors. Lensy, why don't you just sit down and comment sometimes, go ahead and have a seat. Okay, she'll come in in a second. Okay, Joe's gonna turn on the second microphone you guys listening. I'm sure this is very fun for everybody right now, hearing all the background stuff that goes on to this. This is not a normal day.

And again, if you're a new listener and you're like, fuck this show, yeah, agreed. You know, you'd be terrified. And like if someone started killing podcasts, there's a court line, I know how, how have you fucking the jumpiest motherfucker ever? I would go crazy. I would start doing stuff like setting up a mannequin

in the chair where I usually sit like right now and I would play the recording of a previous podcast to make it look like I was making a new podcast. And I would try to lure the killer into attacking the mannequin. So I could then attack the killer, like in Home Alone, kind of. You remember where he puts those mannequins on strings

to make it seem like they're playing poker in the window? That, but then killing them. Okay, so initially, please look at Andrew Maggio. Joe's brother is the primary suspect in the most recent killing. The murder weapon belonged to Andrew who worked at a barbershop on Camp Street. It had taken two days before the murders became because he wanted to have it professionally sharpened. Is that as suspicious? Is Lindsay's mic on?

It's him. Now, now, full disclosure, we are, this is the second time when you've gone. We have come. We brought Lindsay in and she somehow jinxed everything. Fuck you. And we just lost a half an hour of recording. It did not, my fuck. So I'm more drunk.

I'm sure it's gonna be something about. She's polished. Fucking polished. She ruined it. Fucking polished a ring of tanks. Okay, so he told the police that he didn't hear the attacks because he had gone to bed drunk the night before. He had been, you know, at a party celebrating his enlisting in the Navy, however, he was soon released after

a statement. He didn't seem to hold any clues as to motive for timing. He had an account of an unknown man that had been alerted around the grocery. Now we said earlier, I guess on Mike off-Mike, that that kind of makes sense to you that you wouldn't hear things. You didn't hear things upstairs with the kids, you know, in the past, and they go to the bathroom, and then that's when you're sober,

I assume when I'm out of town. Well, sometimes I get really fucking hammered while I'm here, I get hammered just to handle the kids. To handle the kids, or like, I'm alone, and I hear shit and I get scared. So then I just drink and set the alarm. But you think this makes sense though, that like if he's drunk, he's passed out.

Yes. Probably not gonna hear anything. Okay, okay. So then just a less than a month later, the attacker strikes again June 26, 1918. This time he brings paranoia in the city to a new level by attacking a grocer who's not Italian. Now was this still the work of the X-Men? Other than the Italian party does fit his M.O. Most people think this crime was definitely work at the Axeman,

but it took a while for investigators at the time to get there. The aftermath of this crime is bananas. Now this next crime takes place at the People's Cash Store, a grocery owned by Eastern European immigrant, Lewis Bezumer. Bezumer? Bezumer? Bezumer. B.S. U.M.E.R.

See, how would you say that? Bezumer, Bezumer. Bissumer? Bissumer. B-E-S-U-M-E-R. See? Like how would you say that? Bissumer. Bissumer. Bissumer. People make fun of me for my pronunciation, but when you're reading a fucking word after word after word after word for two hours and you come across Wacadoodle name, I wouldn't call it a Wacadoodle name, but what I would say is that we don't really know like Eastern

European, like exactly where is he from. That would be a better clue All we know is that he was dirty From Eastern Europe, right? No, sorry. Just a dog just came in dog just came in. Hi, baby. I'm fucking Gigi Ginger bill. I will put her down. Hey, hey, if she doesn't if she interferes this episode. All right, Gigi get her. I'll fucking kill you Go by your new friend, T.J. Gigi is such a weird dog when I just yelled at her like, uh,

she ran back towards me with her tail wagging. Hey, Dad, that's funny how you just said that. Dad, Dad, I love you. That's seriously even the dogs take me. Okay, so some point earlier in the morning, probably just before dawn, based on the freshness of the blood found in the scene, someone had struck Lewis, based on the freshness of the blood found in the scene, someone had struck Lewis's mistress Harriet Lowe, a woman investigated, refers to, I believe, with his wife on the porch of their grocery store residents.

So where's his wife? He didn't have a wife. He just presented Harriet as his wife. Because he was ashamed of his casual sex life? Yep. You know, that's stupid. The teens back in the 20th century? Big, no, no, big taboo.

Very different than now. Very different than now. And also different than now, everybody living in stores back then. Right, which is about this. Yeah, we talked about this on the on recorded part, but it's like, that is interesting how things have changed so much in the last century, where it's like, you know, you had a hardware store back in 1918. You didn't have ace hardware franchise.

No. You had the Red Ziminski, you know, Hammer and Screwset store. Correct. And you lived in the back or you lived above, you lived in the basement. Not the same now. Like all of these crimes we're talking about today, almost every single one, the person broken to a store slash residence, which is such a rare thing today.

I mean, in a way, I think it's good that church is separated from a state, so to speak, right? Do you want to, like, do you want to just roll out of bed and be like, I'm at work? No, it's a good sign of how life has come up for most people in most ways, where you can afford now if you're a small business owner for the most part to have a separate residence from your actual business, like you can have two leases. But also sad in a way where I think that like back then there was a number of people who could afford to do it

if they could also live there. Right, right now there's more opportunity. Right, because now you're not gonna open a hardware store or a grocery store because you can't afford it. And it's not about like not being willing to live there. It's about Walmart. It's about Target. It's about Costco.

It's about all the other grocery stores, Safeway, Albertsons, all those other things, you know, like, you know, like a Kroger, wherever you live in the US, you know, that's your store, you know, that your tidy men's your, walla walla walla walla walla walla walla the gas station kind of thing that. Yeah, but it's like a, but it's you know, but but it's comparable to a grocery store neighborhood grocery. Exactly.

Absolutely. A grotto. Okay, but now it's now it's franchise. Right. Back then, you boodega, not a fucking grotto, a bodega. I love how I was like, yeah, yeah, grotto.

I was just going along because I didn't know a grotto meant. And when you explained to me earlier off air, I still didn't know what it meant. So I was like, no, no, yeah, yeah, grotto. Absolutely. Actually a grotto wasn't the playboy grotto where the people had sex underneath the ground in like the pool area in the playboy mansion.

I think is a grotto like a... Listen, we don't know what a grotto is. Hold on, hold on. I'm gonna say it's like a colosseum type situation. And much smaller. A colosseum? No, much, much smaller. In the set, not a colosseum.

But like a... A grotto is... Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold on, before you read it, I was gonna say it's like a place for entertainment. So like a small feeder type thing. No. No. It's an indoor structure resembling a cave.

Or a collazion. No. It's a small picture of a cave. How grotto. No, are we? You know, I do like having you in here right now where it's like I normally can't ever, I have to stop the show. So it's nice that you can keep talking while I can type something. It's called riffing. Riffing. Riffing. Okay, so.

Get out of here. Different era, different little stores. And on the porch, this little grocery store, Harriet Lowe, structs several times with an axe. Once so violently, the axe blade flies off the handle. Somehow she manages to stumble to her bedroom and claps in the bed. And I kept thinking this, like doing this research that's episode, how fucking tough people are.

Can you imagine how tough people were? Okay, well how tough people were, but just humans in general, where if you, it's just crazy that I would think, not having to stroke someone in the face that acts, that if I violently swung an axe into someone's face, they're not stumbling anywhere, but that is what seems to happen. Like, that's fucking crazy.

Like, I would assume if I got struck with an axe, I'm done, Sinara. I mean, you would think, but the people keep walking off. Is it an adrenaline rush? Like, you kind of like wake up, you see the ax coming like, oh, motherfucker, here it comes. And then it's just like holy shit.

You just, even if that's true, even if it's adrenaline, how crazy is it that an ax doesn't just obliterate you? Maybe it's very dull ax. Maybe they were bad axes back then. Maybe your modern ax would, but maybe they were heavier and not then. Maybe your modern axis would, but be true. Maybe they were heavier and not as aerodynamic as they are now. We're now like, you know, now you could,

I would think the quality would be better back then. I think now they would skimp on metal. Now I feel like they would hollow out the ax to save on materials, mass produced. Yes, but. This is quality 20th century axis. Right, so really heavy duty So you probably couldn't get as much weight behind it

We're now I'm saying like if it was a little bit lighter you could really like throw it down hard Yeah, but you're weak when your shoulders. I do have bird shoulders. You do have Weak shoulders and raccoon pause and raccoon but if a normal human without bird shoulders who wasn't Polish Who wasn't Polish without raccoon boss? I see all your jokes coming a mile away. You gotta get some new shit, man. Ah! Okay, I just think it's amazing that people could survive a heavy, early, 20th century axe hit. Yes.

Okay, we can do real in that. Yes, moving on. Moving on. Moving on. Both victims end up with head injuries. Both of people living there. Because after attacking Harriet, the attacker moves into her lover's Lewis's room

and attacks him as well. Gashed him in the face and attacks him as well. Gashed him in the face and fractured in his skull, the blunt rusty ax blade, fractured in his skull, but not a life threatening wound according to the surgeon who treated him. The woman's injuries, much more serious. In addition to several gashes on her arm and chest, Harriet had been hit twice in the head. Our skull had been cracked.

The serious nephyser of her injuries make the police anxious and they question her immediately. Cause they're afraid that she's gonna die. So they wanna get like, who did you see attack you before you die? Which I do get. But unfortunately, they interview her too soon and she's drugged up on painkillers and she talks nonsense to them.

And she says, a malata wanted to buy some tobacco after the store opened. When I told him we didn't sell tobacco, he attacked me. And that's not true. She was found in her night clothes, not dressed to wait on customers. Her story did not make sense. She would not come out and talk to a man about a tobacco sale in her night gown. Women didn't do that back then.

But the officer wrote it all down. He just wants to arrest someone. And then based on her nonsense drug-addled mind description, a little else, the police interview, a few more local molotov suspects, immediately arrest, almost immediately, Lewis Obachan, 41-year-old African-American man who been in the police and the SMS store just a week before the attacks. Now, no evidence existed which were proven guilty. Herodot. What do you say? Zero. Zero. But I mean, it is crazy back then. Like, you would think if she knew who they heated it specifically, she'd be like, Oh, Lewis did

it. Lewis Obachon, not like Amalato. Right. But the police are so racist, they're like, yeah, this fucking discount dude, they just want to like have the media calm down. So they arrest this guy. It sounds fairly familiar. I know. This shit does happen. But then they do release him because the motive doesn't make sense on any level. Like it's so bad, even like super racist law enforcement officers back in the 20th century during the super racist era still can't convict a malotto man because it's so nonsensical. Like, okay, if he broke into steal their stuff, why didn't he take anything?

Whoever did it took nothing. So then the police shift focus to their next suspect, Lewis, Bessimer, the husband, and well, supposed husband. Because Harriet told detectives also on her drug drug down rambling that he was German, that he claims he's not. I don't know where he got the money to buy a store

and she says he's a spy. I have a question. I don't like it, my, it's not, I don't know where he got the money to buy a store and she says he's a spy. I have a question. Yeah. I don't like it. My it just drunk, but I thought Harriet was the lover of somebody. Harriet is a lover of this guy. This Louis best. But then why is it her husband? How was he suddenly her husband? Okay. Sorry. Like because of my notes, like he she claimed initially because of for appearances, they both claimed that they were married. Oh yes, but they weren't. They were just fuckers. Right. But after like a week, they figure out that they're not married. Got it, got it. Initially, they both lied to the police.

And that's why she's saying my horse. Yes, that's why she says, that's why the quote. Doss has been do it. Doss has been, Lindsay is looking at my notes here. Yes, the quote is my husband is German. He claims he is not. And she does say that because she doesn't want to be judged. Yeah, yeah.

So the police, the police arrest him, they believe her. And they're taking the possibility of German espionage very seriously in 1918. The United States and the World War I in Europe, April 1917, fear of German saboteurs led the espionage act of 1917. We talked about last week's area 51 stock, steady stream of propaganda encouraging citizens to be on lookout for any agents in 18 18 Now anti-German hysteria soaks the country during the post four years In the war years now we talked about this the last recording and

And you talked about how your family you have no recollections of your family talking about how hard things were to be German because you're half Polish and half German Right, right, right like Polish German checklist of akin and and no a yeah what what a man you can't be half and half and then I never said I was having a you said I was a what part of you not half I don't know

I fucking know I've just all I I've just always been told a check German Polish okay my dad my dad's mom claimed check like told Czech, German Polish. But my dad's mom claimed Czech. Like she was that she was Polish and Czech. Oh, so Ratsy Minsk is Polish Czech. Possibly. But you know what? I will say studying that area. It's very. They all like the territory shifted constantly. Exactly. So to me, based on just your actions, you're mostly Polish. Because I wear socks with sandals. Just because your family heritage.

Like they seem to be like more Polish recipes and things and German. That's not true. Spetzel is totally German. I said Polish and German. When you said you think that I'm mostly German. I mean, mostly Polish. Oh, okay.

I'm gonna say mostly Polish and German. Okay. All right. But yes, okay. Getting back to the point. Yeah, no, I don't remember my grandparents Telling telling me anything about Lego, you know, we were really we survived to this arrow where Germans were really persecuted and the analogy I made earlier was like it's not like my heritage is Jewish and we're talking about people surviving the Holocaust

No one talked any to me anything about okay Surviving any sort of persecution for being German. Well, at this time, I guess like, you know, 1918, 1919, that was like at the height of period. Well, one of the two heights, I mean, World War One and World War Two, you know, raised suspicion. So the police were very concerned about it. And they wondered like, well, why wasn't he heard as much as she was hurt? And like, what's he a spy? I mean, this is a real concern. So they arrest him based on her testimony. He's let go after two days

because there is nothing other than her saying, I think it's German spy that makes him suspicious. And so he gets released, he's free. And then also, the lead investigators get fired. And just a quick note on Polish people, I do think it's weird how often they come up in time suck. Like, this is uncomfortable since Lindsay's right here, but it's just like, what?

Well, it's just like they're dirty people, you know? What? Like, look, your family seems okay, but it's just, it's like, I don't wanna talk to you about this, but it's like it's your nature to be deviant. Like whenever I can't see you, I assume that you're stealing something, that you're burning something,

or you're ruining something, just based on you being part Polish. And a lot of other people think the same thing than I've talked to. And I just, like, one of the things that alarm me to your nature is when we were in Yellowstone, you asked me if I wanted to come check out a free buffet and then you led me to the port of body.

I just thought that you would like to, why don't you call the Polish Monster? I just thought you'd palette me into expanding. It's not as fun doing Polish jokes when you're right next to me. Right, well, because you're shamed. I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed, you guys. Okay, so anyway, back to Li back to liar liar pants on fire Harriet Now I don't I don't judge her for being a liar liar panty because I mean she fucking guy that tackles an axe her brain scrambled

But but now she's falsely accused two different luizes and poor Harriet She was horribly disfigured in this attack. She was you know apparently according to contemporary counts very attracted before the attack and then after the attack she can't move or one side of her face Her one eyes stared out silasely her other eye twitch uncontrollably her head is swat and bandages Roons on her arms and her chest is also bandaged. Yeah, she's a fucking mess. She is a mess. Now let's let's uh, I feel like because of the extra time. I feel a little sober I feel like because of the extra time, I feel a little sober. Uh, correct. So let's get Craig in here with some shots. Shots, shots, shots. Okay, Craig's coming in.

It's Craig's here. He's bringing Elijah Craig. Who's not a person. We're not doing shots of people. We're not drinking Craig. Or eating ears. But now you said you wanted a shot too, but are you, I don't feel comfortable with this. Oh, I thought you did.

I don't do shots. Oh, I thought you're going to do some Elijah Craig too. No. So I'm not really doing a shot. Oh, I thought you didn't do shots. Oh, I thought you're gonna do some lies You're correct to know not really doing a shot burn Kentucky straight bourbon whiskey drunk as fuck suck and We'll just take a little hit off the bottle a big hit a big hit off the bottom so we're talking about bandages I'm a big guy the big guy. He's just like I want you guys to know that I've basically have never seen my husband drunk Finish the Finish the bottle. Did you chase? Okay. Wow.

Just emptied the Elijah Craig. Mm-hmm. And how does that make you feel like a man? You know, it makes me worried about myself. Like, I drink often enough that I still feel functional. Does it put like a little hair on your chest? I have so much hair, my chest. You know that.

I know. I don't need more. I'm a chest. I have so much hair, my chest. You know that. I know. I don't need more. Rubin. Show us a nipple. Show us a nipple. Again, I hope this is fun for the listeners. It's fun for us. I do.

I wonder. It's fun for us. You guys will have to tell us honestly, like, please don't ever do that again. Or. But you know what? People ask for it. They have fucking people.

The people spoke and we have fucking given it to them. The people spoke. Okay. So, yeah. So, man, I'm a, I haven't drank as much of her. So, okay, so, so, here it. She, she, she swat in bandages. She's messed up.

Later that summer, she don't go facial surgery and then die in the hospital a few days later. I have to tell something, something goes wrong in the procedure. In between surgery and dying on September 16th, 19th, 18, she changes her story again. Now she says Lewis is the man who beat her, and not the Milado Lewis, the German Lewis. Her husband slash lover.

Her husband slash lover. Her guy, the people she told initially, she was her husband, now telling the truth that he's her lover. You sound drunk now, this is getting good. All right That's he Peter said he tried to kill her with an axe after just message to dispute and she injured him while defending herself so This is probably not not true people who knew here yet said that she was never the same after the initial attack

And she's laughing because I'm probably pretty serious. You're yet. You're After she returned home to live with Lewis. She's very unstable. She'd throw herself on the ground pray for our worship babble and coherently She'd suffer wild mood swings Be unreasonably confrontational her brain was damaged. It's weird because when you say like yeah She's like throw herself on the ground. She babbles and coherently. She got wild mood swings unreasonably confrontational It's like, but I know but I think she was describing you Um, is that how I am? You throw yourself on the ground. I throw myself on the ground.

Sometimes. No. I don't know what's up on the ground. Once. When does it always have on the ground? I don't want to talk about it. I do it while mood swings. So wild. Would you say that it's wild though?

No, I wouldn't say it was wild. You just have high highs, low lows, but like, I think that just comes with being a creative type. And- You think I'm manic-depressive? I don't think you're manic-depressive, I just think. Is there a spectrum for manic-depression? I don't know. I just think- Do you think I'm crazy, yes or no? Yes.

For real? A little bit. Why am I crazy? Well, define crazy. Like what do you mean? Like, I think, you know, like some of the things that we choose to do, like, fucking taking on this podcast and we're going to like, I just want to basket.

That's fucking crazy. That's not smart. That's not logical. It's fucking crazy. But it's a good crazy. Okay. But then there's, there's the other crazy that's just like, you know, oh, I'm so tired.

I can't, I can't do it. Yeah. But then like, after four hours of sleep, you're like, oh, I fucking, I love times though. Right. So that's just like moodyness that comes with deprivation. If I don't have sleep, you think I'd be normal person. Not normal, but my kind of normal.

Okay, so like, like, like, like, artsy, but not crazy, crazy. Right, not like possibly like a drugie or like if I get too far off the spectrum, you gotta sign me up for some stuff. Well, it's kind of entertaining to watch. Okay.

Anyways, so Harriet and Harriet have a lot in common back to that. No, Lewis, okay, maybe Harriet and Harriet, you're right. Okay, so Harriet convinces the police to follow her testimony a third time, even even the first two times proven to be nonsense she's gotten the first lucid for nonsense uh... then she got her lover lucid for nonsense then she's saying hey now he tried to attack me and he gets arrested a second time so the third time

her testimony is gotten somebody rest over some bullshit because he serves nine months in prison before before before being acquitted on May 1st 1919 after the jury deliberating for 10 minutes 10 minutes fucking crazy town. That's fucking crazy Like I've been on it. I was on a jury here after my whole jury fucking stand a bit in Cordelaine It took an hour to convince people that this dude was obviously a drunk driver. Oh, yeah, I forgot about the court of danger. Yeah. He was obviously a drunk driver, like so obvious. And there was three people on the fucking jury who were like,

no, I don't know. And they were just weird and being dumb. And I'm like, no, he was clearly drunk, like so drunk. So drunk, he was driving the wrong way. He was driving the freeway and the freeway. And they had their own hangups. And that took an hour. If it took 10 minutes, he's obviously has no evidence against him.

So, okay. So he's not the guy who did it, maybe the ax man, now let's back up a bit. Month and a half after the previous attack, another resident of New Orleans is hacked with an ax on August 10th, 1918. Joseph Romano, 31 years old, lives with his sister and two nieces, Pauline and Mary Bruno, as people do back then.

Weird uncle, normal, I guess, to live with your sister in two nieces. Another family, family time grocery store. So many grocery stores when there wasn't Costco or Super Walmart. Pauline and Mary sleep in a joint room with their uncle. And on the night of August 10th, 1918, they wake up to hear commotion in the room with their uncle's sleeps. They run to the room and see that Joseph has taken two blows to the head with an axe bleeding heavily. And they see the assailant fleeing the scene. This

time they say it's a dark skin heavy set man wearing dark suit and slouchy hats. When not the same dude is what is a described in the previous descriptions. Now, which makes you wonder is there a whole city of axeMan is just one copycat after another? That's something I'll talk about at the end. The ambulance arrives, Joseph Action Man just to walk out of the apartment. What the fuck? But he does die two days later, severe head trauma.

Yeah, I bet. How do you fucking walk out? When you went, Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, nah, no, no worries, bro. He's just like, taking it to the streets. I know those streets. Taking it to the streets just got hit in the of those streets. Take a note to the streets.

Just got hit in the head with an ax. Take a note to the streets. That's crazy. I think if I got hit, okay, I don't even know how people, I guess you don't know your cable up until it happens. I hope I never find out how many hits to the head with an ax I can take and still be able to walk to the ambulance.

So New Orleans living in Constantin fear now. After seven months of no leads, no more attacks, the X-Men strikes again on the night of March 10th, 1919. This time, the attacks, Italians, not grocers. This is, okay, this is another weird one. Neighbors, here's James Cairn from the Cornelia residents where Charles Cornelia lives as a wife Rosie

and their infant daughter Mary and on the corner of Second Street in Jefferson Avenue local grocers 69 year old Orlando Jordan No, Roger Jordan, no Jordan or Lando Jordan oh yeah, you're right rushes across the street And into the apartment sees the that Charles Rosie and Mary have all but attacked Of course, he's a grocer. Just can't get away from grocers in this episode Rosie stands in doorway with a serious head wound, blood pouring down her face. I mean, it is so crazy.

Don't even hit my nacks. She clutches her dead two-year-old daughter, my god. Oh my god. Charles lays on the floor, bleeding from the head. The two are rushed to the charity hospital, both of them suffering from skull fractures. Fuck. The police investigate the scene as usual, nothing's stolen.

Bloody Axis found in the back porch. She regains consciousness Rosie claims that E Orlando, Jordan, the man who discovered the amount of the attack and his 18 year old son Frank Responsible for the attacks of your land. Oh a 69 year old man Probably in two poor of health and at his age to have committed the crimes Frank more than six feet tall and weighing over 200 pounds would have been too large to have fit to the panel in the back door. That bothers me. He's like, they're like, oh, this guy's too fucking big to get to a small opening. I'm a lot bigger than Frank. I would be a fucking monster in 1918. Just in my current size. That's sad. Oh, if you know, know it just you adjust for inflation

and it is a police problems with the committee the crimes her husband and fellow victim disagree with rosy accusations uh... uh... uh... this is crazy rosy in her husband disagree so strongly he ends up divorcing her after the two men arrested in charge with the crimes uh... also

and i said this earlier is anyone anyone listing as amazed as we are that people can survive such direct shots to the face and head with an axe? Like I just think about it, like most of the blows are delivered to the people when they're sleeping. So that's when you can score the cleanest hit. Like if the person you're attacking is literally a sleep.

You get to the side, the angle of attack, you get to step into it, perfect form. It's like, it's like T-Ball. Or, or, is it like a car accident? When you don't see it coming, the injuries tend to be less severe because you don't tense up and try to like... Oh, because the victims don't tense up.

Yeah, they don't tense up and also they don't try to dodge the ax. So if it just, yeah, I mean, yes, if fucking hits you head on, yeah, it's gonna fucking hurt. But it's like, I don't know, is I just think that we meet Sacks possess such impressive biology that on any level we can survive someone swinging as hard as they can against it's with an axe. Now, now, was this in the first recording of the second recording we were talking about the arrow dynamics of the axe?

I think that was in the first recording. So I just want to point out that I also think that even though axes... Right, no, no, I can't remember actually, it might have been this recording. Yeah, sorry, we had that recording error. I think it was this recording, we talked about like modern axes. Well, you were talking about like maybe, I think it was the last recording we talked about modern axes. Well, you were talking about maybe, I think it was the last recording actually, right before it cut out. Yeah.

I think we were talking about how you thought that old axes might have been shiddly produced. Well, they might have been made more sturdy or like better materials, but now they would be lighter and they would give you a better chance of having a harder, faster swing, like getting some zip on that. Yeah.

And really cracking into somebody's skull. I don't know. I don't know, I don't know. Look at swing, like getting some zip on that, and really cracking into somebody's skull. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Look at me, like, fucking engineers out there, some ex-engineers who wanna tell us about that. Right. Ah, almost a year later,

Frank and Earlando are gonna be released from prison. The only evidence used against them, the testimony of Rosie, proven to be false. Rosie herself finally admits falsely accusing. Now, why did she do that? Why? Why?

What the fuck Rosie? Okay, but here's the thing, before you hate her, listen to this, before being attacked, Rosie worked a bit as a prostitute, times her tough, an officer recognized her as a working girl and they fucking put some pressure on her, they arrested, they lean on her to finger frank and Eorlando for the crimes so they can get the local media off their back and pretend they're solving the axpan killings. The police are desperate to solve the crime and arrest. Just fucking anybody.

They just want to press leave them alone. They couldn't figure out who was doing these attacks and they just want to look good in the public eye. But he's not the guy. Like Frank and Eorl he's not the guy like like, uh, you know, Frank and Earlando are not the guy. A disturbing letter purported to be written by the ax man to send to the editor of New Orleans times pick a you on March 13th published on March 14th. This letter sold me on this being an especially interesting episode that I've probably ruined

by being drunk. But however, nonetheless, hell, this is how this is how the letter reads. I love that he starts with a date. He says, hell, March 13, 1919. I like that he actually says, like acts like the place he's writing from his hell. He says, whoever of the letters is esteemed mortal of New Orleans. They have never caught me and they never will.

They have never seen me for I'm invisible, even as the either that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell, I am what you orlinians and your foolish police call the ax man. When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody ax, be smeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company Jesus

Yeah, if you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me of course I'm a reasonable spirit I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past in fact They have been so utterly stupid as not only as to not only amuse me, but his satanic majesty, Francis Joseph, etc. I don't know, Francis Joseph, but tell them to be where? Let them not try to discover what I am for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the ax man.

I don't think there is any need of such a warning for I feel sure the police will always dodge me as they have in the past. They're wise and know how to keep away from all harm undoubtedly. You are lenience. Think of me as the most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wish I could pay a visit to your city every night at will, I could slay thousands of your best citizens and the worst for I am in close relationship with the angel of death

and a little dramatic. He's very cocky. He's very cocky. best citizens and the worst for I am in close relationship with the angel of death and Lord dramatic. He's very cocky. He's very cocky. Now to be exact at 1215 earthly time. Okay. Alright. Parented parenthetical earthly time.

Okay. On next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans in my infinite mercy. I'm going to make a little proposition to you people Here it is. I fucking love this He then says I am very fond of jazz music and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person Shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time. I have just mentioned if Everyone has a jazz band going well then so much the better for you people One thing is certain and that is and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it out

What I'm quote jazz it out jazz it out on that specific Tuesday night if there be any we'll get the axe Well as I'm cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus there be any, we'll get the axe. Well, as I'm cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, all right, nerd. And it is about time I leave your early home, I will cease my discourse, hoping that that will publish this, that it may go well with thee. I have been, M and will be the worst spirit

that ever existed in fact, or realm of fancy at the axe bin. I love, I love that, and he does get the people to play this jazz. The following Tuesday, March 18th to the 19th at night Was said to be a boisterous evening even by New Orleans standards Thousands of homes blasted jazz music loud enough to be heard by any passing murders Those who didn't own home stereo stuffed themselves into clubs and lounges to help block parties a more piece of music of sheet music the mysterious

parties, a more-repeat of music, of sheet music, the mysterious axiomans jazz was circulated. The cover art depicting a family frenatically playing a piano will on the lookout for an intruder. Whether the threat was credible or not, no one died of axioms at night. That is pretty funny to me. He pulled that off.

Yeah, I mean, I bet that wasn't even the real axiomans. It's just some jazz of Fissionato who was like, watch this. Now I love Lindsey has not looked into any of my research. Are you at like solo on this stuff? That's gonna come up later. Your gut instinct is good. I am so smart.

It is good. I just think it's over. It takes us so we're like, it just makes me wonder, I just keep thinking about like Cordelaine. Like if somehow you could pull off a letter to the press and you're like, all right, fucking Wednesday, September 14th and you're like all right Fucking Wednesday

September 14th and you know like whatever just like banjo solos Between 9 p.m. and 3.m. or everybody fucking gets it and then just like all these like scared people like That was beautiful Piddling, but tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt tt t Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm on the fence. Well, whether the threat was credible or not. I'm gonna throw a lot of yippin' out there. Yippin' yippin'. No one died of accident that night. Like, yeah, how nuts is that? And we have no way to know if it was really someone who committed one or some of the all of the attacks that we described, maybe it's a prankster.

Someone did send that letter. We are gonna have a theory of who probably did it later. But yeah, whoever the ax murder was, you can bet their ass they walked around that now, or the town that night, grinning from ear to ear. Okay, so August 10th, 1919, the ax man, that's when he swings again. He attacked Steven Boka in his bedroom.

Steve was a Filipino yo-yo salesman whose family had moved to New Orleans two decades earlier to build a local water park. Fascinating. That's nonsense. Steve was, of course, another Italian croak shirt. Boka woke during the night to find a figure looming above his bed. In the darkness, quickly passes out because he's hitting the face.

Upon regaining consciousness, Boka runs to the street to investigate the intrusion, finds that his head had been cracked open. The grocer runs to the home of his neighbor, Frank Gnusa, then loses consciousness again and collapses. Nothing had been taken from his home, panel in the back door of the home, and chiseled away once again, the mo of the Axeman.

Boca recovers from his injuries, but can't remember the details of the trauma. And then, on the night of September 13th, 1919, the Axeman strikes yet again, not enough fucking jazz going around. To quiet. To quiet. This time is Sarah Laman's attack. Neighbors came if only they could have played their fucking jazz or bane, maybe banjo music, you know, with passion. If I if I was, you know, someone's like, hey man, you got to play your banjo with your heart out, I would sell it. You'd sell it.

But no one said that that was the night. That's true. That night came when I was just kind of into kind of do my air banjo. I tried to shoehorn an air banjo solo into the narrative. Really? No. Like I just picture myself.

Beautiful. I just picture myself being so into my banjo solo Like and just so passionate that even if people hate the way it sounds and it sounds like Fucking nails on a chuck Like it sounds good when you're very first one was actually was a good I was like oh That sounds like you did You thought it sounded good? Yeah. Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, dang, like, you know what, we can't kill everybody. And I look how fucking much funny is having. Playing that banjo. Let's give back to Sarah Lawman. You're right.

No one cares about your fucking banjo. I've lost the entire, what if this cost us the entire time suck audience? What if every review is like, every review is like, shut the fuck up about your banjo? Probably. We're so sick of it. We're so fucking sick of the banjo

Like you know like what if that's how mad they got I don't know what's happening right now on nice temperatures. How drunk are you? I've had so much to drink but but are you drunk? I am pretty drunk But but you're pulling it together quite well I have to say like the slurring the mush mouth, which I don't think plays well for me I think I drink too much if I've had so much to drink and I'm filling it together quite well. I have to say like, the slurring, the mush mouth. Which I don't think plays well for me. I think I drink too much. If I've had so much to drink, and I'm like, no, I'm good.

And I was thinking earlier, I was like, man, if he drank this much and then had to get on stage, like he's really good at just fucking pulling it together. I feel like I've drunk often for a long time. Listen kids, if you're listening to the show, I'm not a role model, am I? No. No, kind of I am in a role model, am I? No. No, kind of I am in a way, but not a drinking way.

No, I don't drink too much. I like how you've gotten very defensive. Okay, I like how weird I made the show out of him for no reason. I'm like, listen, I don't beat my kids. I don't yell at them. I love my kids. I love my kids. Okay, we're going to refocus, you guys. I said, love them, let's go, man. If you're a first-lister, holy shit, this, I love my kids. I love my kids. Okay, we're gonna refocus you guys.

I said, Lombard, let's go, man. If you're a first-lister, holy shit, this is the worst for you. I'm so sorry for you. I'm usually not even here. Lindsay's not even here usually. Oh my God. On the night of September 13th, 1919, the Axeman Strikes, again, this time,

Sarah Lombard is attacked. Neighbors come to check on the young woman who would live the loan, broken at the home, when she didn't answer, they discovered the 19 year old unconscious on her bed suffering from a severe head injury and missing several teeth, God damn it. Well, I'm sorry, can we just like go back a second?

Why, what led them to break into her house is like all of a sudden they just were like, oh, let's check on her. Something's a thing. Well, something went on. Something went on that I cut out for editing purposes. That alerted people that something wasn't normal in her routine. Got it. Okay.

So they break in. Got it. Got it. She's missing several teeth. The intruder had entered through the apartment, her apartment through an open window, attacked her with, you know, in acts. Of course. Bloody acts discovered in the front line of the building, which is one of his kind of like trademark. He would like, you know, pick an axe, you know, where he attacks somebody then leave it at the crime scene. She recovered from her injuries,

but she couldn't recall any details from the attack. So they didn't know who was doing this. And again, like, how resilient are humans? Like, she had hit in the fucking face. With the axe. Sarah's fucking awesome. Sarah? Sarah does not fuck around. Can you imagine if Sarah was your grandma?

You're like, what's up? Your grandma seems kind of like serious. Like, why do you think she's so serious? Well, when she was young, she got fucking hit in the face with the ax. She got fucking ax. She got ax. Oh, she got fired from her job.

No, she got fucking axed in the face. And it knocked a lot of her teeth out. And that's why she's more strict about chores now Fuck up. She's the fuck I'm feeling like grandma These are getting so weird now when you yell at her. It hurts me. You're so okay. I'll so I'll try and work on you I'm a yelling too hard. Okay, so okay a little month a little over a month later a few days after before Halloween Little month, a little over a month later, a few days after before Halloween, a few days before Halloween, not after and before. Another Italian grocer is brutally attacked. Esther Pepitone. Eddie Pepitone's my-

I know! They cracked me up! That's what I thought! I love, I love you so much right now. Eddie Pepitone. Oh god, they've come with more boosts. Give me more drinks. More drinks, more drinks, more drinks. Esther Pepitone sounds like Eddie Pepitone, Who's one of my favorite comics on the planet? Oh, that's Bell's great, Craig. Oh, Dan's getting a massage.

I heard you guys off. Five bucks. No. I have 50 cents. Craig from 10 over six is giving me a massage right now. This is so nice. And Penny's here too. And Penny's here.

All the dogs are in. Yeah. Oh man. Esther Pepitone, if you guys haven't checked and out Eddie Pepitone. So funny. He's so funny. And I haven't check it out Eddie Pappetown. So funny. He's so funny. And I don't even like my comics in the world.

Oh, I love him. I love you Eddie Pappetown. Okay, her husband Mike. Let's send him this episode. Let's send this episode. And worked all day and all night. Saturday, October 25th, Sunday, October 27th. That doesn't make any sense.

What? Saturday, October 25th, Sunday, October 26th. Wait, hold make any sense. Saturday, October 25th, Sunday, October 26th. Wait a minute, it says, extra pabitone. Her husband, Mike, had worked all day and long into the night on both Saturday, the 25th and Sunday, the 26th. 27th is what I wrote. But you meant 26th, I was trying to save you right there. Thanks, Craig.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you. You rock, Craig. Okay, so they were working a long weekend when the cell's flotos circus was in town. There was a small fortune to be made, selling soft drinks to the crowds of the lighted children and adults who walked past the pepper tones,

grocery, at the corner of Aloa and Scott, in mid-city to the circus, a block away. Sunday night, it wasn't until midnight that the exhausted Mrs. Peppertown was able to fall asleep next to her husband Mike in the bedroom, behind the store. She wakes up to a fucking nightmare. From a distance, she heard somebody scream for help. Uh, she wakes up to the sound of her husband screaming, oh Lord, sits up in bed, sees the shapes of two men slipping out to the bedroom into her children's room

next door. Can you imagine? No, can you imagine? Fuck? Can you imagine if someone came in and attacked him with the ax? Like an ax? I was panicked because he was making it into the kids room. Yeah. I'm not worried about you and I'm worried about the fucking kids. I love that. She looked over to see her husband lying next to her, covered in blood,

moaning, panicked, she shakes, and Mike, Mike, what has happened? What happened? Mike groans and reply on the verge of hysteria. She leapt out of bed, rushed it out of the bedroom Shouting for help her oldest child 11 year old Rosie runs outside to summon a neighbor. Is that another Rosie? That's another Rosie Yeah, I know around 1.20 a.m. on October 27th

Deputy sheriff Ben Corcoran. Thank you. Corcoran Corcoran Ben Corcoran Ben Corcoran was walking down Scotts street on his way home when Rosie runs into the street Thank you, Cucorin. Cucorin. Ben Cucorin. Ben Cucorin. Ben Cucorin was walking down the Scott's street on his way home when Rosie runs into the street, hauling for help. My father's full of blood. She cries. Cucorin follows Rosie back into the house where he meets Mike's terrified and bewildered

wife. Mr. Cucorin, she says, it looks like the ax man has here and murdered Mike. She points toward the bedroom. Cucorin enters his he mic line and comes to the bed of Washington's own blood. The bedroom is speckled in Cribson, blood splashed eight or 10 feet high. Mike has been viciously pummeled, skull fractured in several places,

his face beaten into an unrecognizable, I can't even imagine. I can't even imagine. On a chair near the bed, lay the bloody weapon, a 14-inch iron bar. BOOK! With a heavy three-inch iron nut on the end. God. Mrs. Peppetone tells her story to the investigating officers and gives a description of the

tackles the tall thin man and a shorter stocky one. She'd only gotten a glimpse of them as they they escaped to the children in the backyard. Two guys this time. Two guys now. I would like to connect with out here. Yeah. shorter stockier guy. Is he African American? Because there was a short plump. Right. Early. African American guy, earlier. And the tall white guy. So is it cool?

I do work in together. Milado. Right. Yo, no. I mean, it is weird. All of a sudden she fingers two dudes. Every other crime, one dude. Maybe there was always two, but maybe like one was the lookout.

Yeah, because most of the time people didn't see. Could have been two guys the whole time. Absolutely. Okay, more brazen. Mike had been discovered wearing trousers. Mrs. Pepitone said that he had gone to bed and only was underwear. Detective's theorize, he heard the sound of the break in,

preparing to investigate. So he puts those underwear, puts his cock and balls and his underwear. He puts his dick and hairy balls into maybe a boxer situation of some sort. He puts, he has initially he has his hairy penis and hairy testicles flopping around. Absolutely. Then he puts clothing over them.

That's good of him to put it away. And then he goes to turn and find out what's going on. And then he gets attacked. While policemen in the mid city neighborhood at had come over the Peppetone residents and grocery doctors at charity, tried to save Mike's life, but 35-year-old Grocerer, Mike is dead by 3.15 AM. He bled to death for multiple wounds on both sides of his head.

So was it like a double whammy like? No, he got no, no, he hit several times. But like where they both doing it, I mean. Oh, that's true. There's two dudes, maybe. He bleeds to death from multiple wounds. Oh Man, any any of the blows could have killed him whoever attacked Mike Peppetown or you know of his multiple people they meant to kill him What while some attributes attacked to the ax man authorities at the time considered a retribution killing Retribution that's why I said I thought I said

If you're retro retribution killing, you said, you said, you said, retebution. Retebution killing. Retebution killing from a previous murder, possibly involving Mike's father, Peter, Peter, Peter. Tom Caneter. Tom Caneter. Obviously, there are some, uh, motives operandi differences like the iron bars or the

ax. Uh, some records of the axiomethorol and stop there. Others who everything to kill and moved on to some other towns like Police records and newspaper accounts show that he struck elsewhere or someone struck elsewhere in Louisiana killing Joseph Spiro and his daughter two hundred miles northwest of New Orleans in Alexandria December 2020 December 2020 you mean in a time that hasn't happened yet? December 2020 you mean in a time that hasn't happened yet? It's every 1920 and then, Welcome to this predictive episode of times.

Oh God. And then, Jeremy Londy, I don't know. 240 miles west of New Orleans in Deritter, January 19, 21. Finally, Frank Scalise. Thank you. 205 miles west of New Orleans in late Charles in April 2021. So now his motorcycle brand day, the same and all these attacks.

He breaks into an Italian grocery store, middle of the night, tax a grocer, tax a family with the axe. Then the axe man disappears from history. Also, this is time for the timeline to disappear. Let's get out of here. Let's. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely.

It's fun for me to have you here Liz, you like this? You enjoy this? I do. Well, we'll see what our fans think. Maybe I'll pop in more often. Or, they're gonna be like- Or people who made it. Fuck her. People who like- Get. People like the boys.

Get the fuck out of here. This episode went on forever because she kept interrupting. But I feel like, I would just like to say this. You're the eyes into the show. There's that. But also I feel like, you know, sometimes I listen to you recording something and I'm like, but wait, what about this?

Oh, right. And I feel like our fans might be also thinking that. So it's nice to be here and actually be able to interject and get you to give some clarification which is what I said that's what means the eyes in That's a Hollywood term what you so fancy as a fancy eyes in dan is drunk I said Okay, so that's the man's world anytime you scream I just immediately like Not in not in I'm not in not in pop has got a brand new bag That is

No, not not no not who that James Brown does name. Oh my god That's a guy who's a funk master and a fucking horrible human being that we talked about in the secret suck and his word Dream my head right now, but but who the let's focus who the hell Was the ax man of New Orleans were all drunk right now was it one dude? Mr. Pepaton saw two men or Mrs. Pepaton, you know, and the size of the Pepaton didn't see shit He's dead any Pepaton didn't see okay. Yes, right. He got killed mr. Pepatone's not two men or Mrs. Pepatone. You know, and the size. Mr. Pepatone didn't see shit, he's dead. Eddie Pepatone didn't see, okay, that's right, he got killed. Mr. Pepatone's not two men, the size, looking age of the suspects came to vary from time to time.

Based on the investigations of various accident and experts, it's highly, highly unlikely that all of these crimes were committed by one person. Some were very likely committed by members of some sort of organized crime black hands mafia stuff at least one Probably committed by Chica Tilo. What is big deal? How I kill before born? You drunk you drunk Cummins you dick soft the shameful as Chica Tilo's now master sucker

I know need even rasu now. I blow on you and you fall over like weak spoiled capitalist child They go now it make less sense the normal for chick a teal to be on now. But seriously pulling back from J. I love how we can hear Craig and TJ and Joe laughing in the room. But seriously, some of the killings you are actually fun. I'm oh, I love it. Like it took me to get drunk after us being to get it for so many years. You're like, Oh, okay, I get it now.

This is why people like you. I found him weird and just annoying for so many years, but now I get it. Okay, but seriously, some of the killings, the ones between May of 1918 and October of 1919, do seem to be likely to work a one man. Only one suspect was ever circulated by amateur sluice in the preceding decades but it's likely he became associated with the case to do his death at the hand of pepper towns with Oster I know I keep seeing that he peppered she had remarried and shot a man named doc mum free after believing he had something to do

with her second husband's disappearance disappearance disappearance in LA, Los Angeles. Bad ass. Oh, into several aliases, the stock momfrey had used, Leon Manfrey, Frank Mumprey, his identity became intertwined with that of a Joe Mumprey, who was in and out of prison in New Orleans around the time of the second series of killings. Writers on the Axeman case have frequently asserted that the Joseph Mumfrey, who is involved in the Mike Pepitellan murder, had several terms in prison and that his intervening, excuse me, spells a freedom did in fact coincide uncannantly

with the Axeman murders. Uncannily? Uncannily. I feel like I'm making some important points now that I'm not selling because I'm drunk. But if anyone did all of these murders, if there was one person who did the early murders and the late murders, probably Joseph Mumfrey. I, I buy it.

But, but with no fingerprints, reliable, eyewitness identification, plausible suspects, authorities never solved the ax man murders. So what happened to him? Maybe it was the man Esther Kelp, maybe it was Joseph Mumpery, maybe he died in some random unsatisfying way. Same thing could happen to the Zodiac Killer. I think about all the time, or the Black Dolly murder. Like we want resolution, right?

It's human nature. We want justice for certain situations. We want to satisfy and into the tale, but that is not how life always works. Right? Like, correct. Okay. I played, here's a story you've never heard. I don't think, Lindsay, I played with a Scott, a kid named Scott. One summer in Riggins, Idaho, his grandma was a friend of my grandma's, grandma, Betty's. I can't remember her name right now. Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter. His parents lived in a call. a call I and sometimes when he would visit his grandma He and I would pal around kitchen snakes put in grasshoppers and jars to use his bait to catch trout out of the river And those are not made of examples. I that's what we did and then he stopped coming by and I kind of forgot about it

I kind of forgot about Scott and then when he and I were both in our late 20s my grandma Betty asked me if I remembered him Jirleen is his grandma's name. Nothing matters, but it matters to me. Thank you, Jirlene. Thank you, Jirlene. I said I did remember him, and my grandma Betty told me that Scott had died. And she told me that Scott was fishing somewhere

near Rapid River near where it dumps into the little salmon river a few miles south or right inside of Ho. He's fishing for salmon. At some point when he's fishing, maybe when a salmon bites and he jerks his pole to set the hook, maybe when he hits a snag, tries to get loose, maybe he just misjudged, you know, he's footing for whatever reason.

He slips on a rock on the bank of the river, falls back, hits his head on another rock, and the current pulls him out of the river and he drowns and he dies. That's awful. It is awful. You know, our second fishing, you know, one second, I'm sorry, he's fishing on the bank of the river and he drowns and he dies. That's awful. It is awful. Uh, you know, our second fishing, uh, you know, one second, I'm sorry, he's fishing on the bank of the river and joined the quiet and the fresh air and the prime of his life and a few minutes later, he's literally dead in the water. So there is a chance that the ax man did all the shit and then just had a random death

that is satisfying to no one and just disappears from history. And that, that possibly unsatisfying conclusion is what takes us out of this time suck timeline. Didn't we already do this? Good job, soldier. You made it back barely. Am I drunk or did you play that outro twice? Yeah, you just played that outro again. We already did it. Oh Whoops I really am drunk. I'm doing weird claps. I wish somebody could see that goes a bathroom and then I'll come back And I'll do it to the internet. I am needed up today.

Oh Lord. Idiot. Idiot. Hey guys, full disclosure. So drunk. Pretty drunk. He almost fell over, which was pretty exciting for me. That's that that I know that I'm pretty drunk when I go to the bathroom and I'm like

trying to just walk into a bathroom like a person does. And I hit a wall and I'm like, oh, you're not supposed to bounce off walls. And I have to like kind of like crawl around the wall. Yeah. I do know. I know what you mean, man. Okay. All right. So for today, we have the door open, so you might hear... You might hear...

I know I've already talked about it. Jo... Fucking Joseph. What's the matter? He yells stuff. In the background. But normally... Don't say Paisley!

Normally, we have the door closed to the studio and you can't really hear that peripheral noise. So, yeah, but we're leaving it open because the dogs are being dickheads. And it's hot. And it's hot. Now they're kind of quieting and laying down, but in a way they're being dickheads.

Let's talk about the idiots in the internet. So, okay. Okay. Hey, guys. Hey, guys. We're not going to YouTube. There's not really good comments about the Axe Mount YouTube. I listen to a bunch. The only video I can find about the idiots in the internet. So, okay. Okay. Hey, guys. Hey, guys. We're not going to YouTube. There's not really good comments about the axon on YouTube. I looked at a bunch.

The only video I could find about the axon on YouTube, they had a ton of views was on Buzzfeed. And the commenter, 10 talk about the host. Not the subject matter. So, I switched back to Amazon. Now, one of the main sources I leaned on today, is I said earlier,

also, or, or Miriam C. Davis, a book called Accenture in New Orleans, the true story. I got the Kindle Edition, 4.5 star rating, but boy, mellow, he gives it three stars. And he says, quote, disappointed. And then in the subject line, he says in his review, soyleurs.

Like, did they shit the bed? Yeah, that's the asterisk. And he says, Soilers. Well written and easy to follow, but I was hoping the mystery would be solved. It felt like an investment into a black hole. It's a true crime book, you dumb shit. The crime was, the crime wasn't solved. Oh, it's a true crime book you dumb shit. The crime was, the crime was resolved.

The book is gonna solve a crime that the real detectives didn't solve. Ah, I love that he says spoilers. It's spoilers or in this case, spoiler. Since, you know, you know, you know, you only be was two more than one thing or maybe not spoiler at all since most people probably read it Are familiar with the crime cell level. I just love people soilers Don't like the decline Like what did you want from the review? Like, hey, Jeffrey Dahmer did it, K's closed.

Like, what are you hoping to get out of this book? Okay. So that's, I go to good reads, because Amazon didn't have enough reviews to have enough whack details. Good reads, I don't know if I go to good reads, but I'm looking for a book, but it has a lot of reviews.

People are very active on it. After Boyd's review on Amazon, I move over to Goodreads. The an envelope or a book, but it has a lot of reviews. People are very active on it. After Boyd's review on Amazon, I move over to Goodreads. The same book has so many more reviews. One is Kim, who commits a book review pet peeve of mine. She posts, quote, well researched and well written book about a serial killer in New Orleans in the early 1900s. That's what she says.

Well researched, well written, three out of five stars. I just burped right into the microphone like an animal, like a savage. Normally when sober, I pull off the mic and I loved it like I knew I was gonna burp and the burp came and I was like, I don't fucking even care. Oh no, you're that guy.

I am that guy. Okay, exactly. I am like Kim. But like, you're that guy. I am that guy. Okay, exactly. I am like Kim. But like, you love the research and you love the writing. But what did she say afterwards? Nothing. Nothing. She says everything's positive.

She says love the writing. Love, love the... She's tough critic. She's an asshole. Or she's honest. She's like, love everything. She loves it, but it could have been better. Well, then she's gonna fucking write that shit out.

She says, I love everything about it. She says, well researched, well written book about a serial killer in New Orleans in the early 1900s. And then that's all she says. There's, okay. And then she goes three out of five stars, fucking make an argument for your case, Kim, you dick. Ah.

Ah, four out of five stars at least. Right? Maybe. Okay. I didn't read the book, I don't know. But okay, but if you did read the book and you're gonna give it three, then say why you give it three.

That's just a weird thing where you're like, oh man, this is so great. I love everything about it. Three out of five stars. Well, then you didn't love everything about it. You had two out of five stars worth of problems about the book and you weren't a fucking human enough to comment on it. Is this like a personal tie-rate about like your reviews? Yes. Okay. You're feeling. I am feeling because I am someone who gets reviewed and it's like, and truly, I have less

ego than most of my peers. You admit that. You do. You do not have any ego where you're like, okay, no, I get what they're saying. I'm very practical. I really truly, truly, truly don't mind if someone gives me a one out of five star review. But make an argument for your case. If you're like, I don't like this fucking asshole.

He's foul language, check, yes. He's negative, yes. He's hateful, yes. And then like, that's not the comedy I care for, one in a five. I'm like, all right, I get it. But if you're like, oh man, this guy was amazing, two in a five.

Fuck you, you moron! Make an argument for your case. But maybe they think you're gonna read it and they don't wanna hurt your feeling. Well, then they shouldn't give two out of five stars. So where do I feelings? Oh, I'm just saying. Okay, one more.

There's not a lot out there about the subject, sadly. But Lizzie Lou, on Goodreads, gives two out of five stars. And she says, not, quote, not what I was expecting or looking to read. This book is about a fast-aid story, but what was poorly told, I was looking for more on the overall story of the serial killer. And instead got way too many details on one particular case of men fall sick, he was

the author rambled and wandered from tangent to tangent. You fucking idiot. Lizzie Lou. Now, when you're looking to read, did someone force you to read this? You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it.

You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it.

You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna get it. You're gonna No, I look into the synopsis before I ever get a book.

But that's like saying you've never read a bad book. I read bad books in college because I was forced to read bad books, but like now. No, I don't read a bad book. Okay, I bought a book. I cannot remember the name of it for the life of me. Something about like city on fire or something. I was like, one of these awards.

I was like, okay, this sounds great. Four chapters in, I was like, fuck, this is awful. And I tried going back and I tried going back and I tried going back. Maybe it's just a bad book, but she just made it to the end. But you know, you know why I'm defending an idiot of the internet is beyond. You know what though, it's good. It's good because I should be challenged. I mean, for me, you're a power hungry. A power hungry. Maybe I'm too sensitive because, okay, okay, here's my personal. You are sensitive.

Am I? Sometimes. Okay. Because in your attempt to be pragmatic and realistic that not everyone's gonna love you, that opens you up to subjective criticism. Okay. That can hurt, because it's personal.

It is personal, but you are putting out there. I mean, it does remind me of like, okay, 2018, comedy club sometimes will give away discounted tickets or free tickets to people who are on a mailing list. Right, like, just like when you like go today, I bought something at party city, I bought balloons and they're like, can we get your email address? Like, no, I'm good.

Right, everybody gets put on a mailing? Like, no, I'm good. Right. Everybody gets put on a mailing list every time they buy something. Okay. And then people come to my show because they got free tickets as part of some kind of like prize or some kind of random giveaway. Because they also saw somebody else. They were also there for like Jeff Dunham five years ago. Yeah.

They put their name on a list and they're like, oh, I liked Jeff Dunham. I will like Dan Cummins. And you're true. Right. And then someone would give them free tickets and they're like, oh, I liked Jeff Dunham, I will like Dan Cummins. Not true. Right. And then someone would give them free tickets and I'm like, okay, cool. I'm going to dedicate my Friday night to Dan Cummins. And then they don't research who the fuck I am.

Like, like, like, there is shit out there about me. I love you. Yeah. And so they come expecting to experience like some kind of like a clean Jeff Dunham, you you know, Fox really type of humor, which I'm not shitting on, I'm really not. That humor is fine, truly. It's just not who you are.

It's not my humor. And so, but then the comedy club will have like some kind of like handout like saying like, hey, rate the show and they give it like two out of five stars. And it's like, you should give yourself two out of five stars. Like, you're too lazy to look into the entertainment, you went out to see and then you didn't get what you were hoping for.

Okay, well yeah, that's how that works then. You know, like you need to pick, you know, like do your research. Like if you didn't want a story that didn't have a strong resolution, don't look into the ax man of New Orleans. All right, I'm with you. Yeah, yeah. So like, you know, you want a true crime story

with a nice little bow, everything wraps up perfectly, then look elsewhere. Pick a book about a killer they caught or continue to be a frustrated member of the ittids of the internet. And I'm supposed to hit a button now. Hit that out of the house. Damn it.

Fucking hit a button, hit'm supposed to hit a button now. Hit the out of the house. Damn it. Fucking hit a button, hit a button, hit a button. It is all the internet, it's all the internet. Okay guys, I'm not hitting the right amount of buttons. I want you to drink some water. No. Listen, you've got a flight tomorrow? Yeah, but later.

Not that late. Kind of. The flights at 10. I'll have. You're going to have to leave the house at 730. But look, listen to me, I'm at the point where I love it. Turbo dog. You love being drunk?

Yes. It's been so long. This is a bit of turbo dog and I don't even care anymore. Well, listen guys. Let's talk about what turbo dog is can I talk about cocaine? Let me talk about turbo dog and then you can talk about all the coke you want Yes, turbo dog is in the Abita family and Abita purple haze was the original Abita beer and it's from New Orleans I love it. I'm drinking New Orleans beer because I love New Orleans. I

Hope this is that are dating. Probably not. Probably not. Sorry guys, we've added this out later. So this is all there is to today's tale. Almost. We have the new, you know, top five takeaway info, of course, that'll be the number five. They never found the Axeman, man.

Wait, isn't there a thing? Top five takeaway. Oh, that's coming. And then top five is doing foe. So that's new info I was talking about. But you know with the ax man, they never did find him. Like still, this suck was worth sucking to me. Like I love it and it's used to spend a little time in New Orleans.

And what if it was one dude who did most of these killings and what if he then got away. Sometimes I like an open end story because it allows your imagination to wander all over the place. I mean, what's your own adventure? Choose your own adventure. What if he just got tired of bashing people's heads and with an axe? You know, we all go through phases. And one thing, he spelled phases.

I know, I don't spell very good. People don't know that. You guys, you guys, he spelled phases F-A-A-Z-E-S, as opposed to... I know. P-H. Yeah. S-E-S. Fuck.

This is great. I make fun of myself and my stand-up for not being a good speller, but you guys don't get it. Red shame mine. Ah! Okay, at one time when I was in college, you know, I had a hoop earring in each of my ears. Now it was important to my identity.

And then after a few years, I didn't give a shit about earrings. Playing basketball is important to me for years, could care less now, no interest at all. Maybe the axe man met somebody who gave his life, the type of meaning it didn't have before. Maybe he fell in love. Maybe he started a family, maybe he became a good father, lived or regret the choices his younger self made. Doubtful. You know, probably, yeah, right.

You know what? You know what? You don't ask people in the head for a few years and then become a thoughtful, introspective father. Now, I hope the fucker slept while cutting some firewood, asked himself right in the fucking face. Blood out, laying there thinking, ain't this a bitch. And now it is time for top five takeaways.

I can't find the button. There's so many stupid fucking buttons. There we go. Time suck, top five takeaways. Okay, hey guys, number one, the ax murders, un-Orlins, may have begun in early is 1910, first weapon not being axed but a meat cleaver. Number two, ax man, his MO was breaking into the home of a victim or victim to the back door leaving a chisel used to break into the house, using an ax or hatchet to kill or found inside the house and then leaving the murder weapon behind and the victim of victims was typically a tie and crochet.

Number three, a tie and immigrants, particularly Sicilians, were not well liked in New Orleans in early 20th century because they were in content labor in a way in the field for existing landowners and they didn't subscribe to an established racist doctrine. Basically, it sounds like the existing residents in Orleans were threatened by the immigrants because immigrants were actually better people than they were. I get it man. Sometimes we feel threatened by people who remind us that maybe we aren't living the life we should be living. Number four, many X-Man experts believe the first X-Man attack was made 23rd, 1918. The last one was October 27th, 1919. Eight attacks in less than a year and a half.

And then he just vanished. Suddenly, as you appeared, and number five, new info. The author of the primary source for today's suck, Miriam Davis thinks she knows who wrote the famous Axeman letter to the newspaper, 19. This is going back to what you said. Yes, I said this. I'm sorry. I know you did a long time ago.

You said this. New Orleans, Louisiana, Ragtime musician, Joseph John DeVia wrote a song that came out shortly before the letter called the mysterious Axeman's jazz. Don't scare me, Papa. And she suspects it was a promotional prank. DeVia actually paid a ragtime pianist to play his composition continuously in a wagon

being pulled up and down Canal Street the night the Axeman commanded the city to play jazz. But I listen to it and it sucks. Is ragtime and it sucks. But, listening to that on YouTube did lead me to a song called The Axeman's Jazz About the Night The Axeman Took Over New Orleans by the band called Flatliners. Never heard of them.

But this song is pretty cool. Check it out. Please don't go cause we're playing the Axeman's Jazz. Don't go cause we're playing the X-Mount's Jazz Please stay listen to the sound of the violin phrase Try the chord we said I'm sad Don't step outside and we'll laugh for real Please don't go cause we me, I'll smash you What is this album at? I thought, why don't we have it in a bow no, final

That's fantastic You like it? Except, you know Exceptional! That was so sarcastic And that's enough for today's top art takeaways Time, suck, top five takeaways. Ah, shit! We did it, time suckers.

The end of the first era of time sucked at first, 100 episodes, actually, kind of the bonus episodes, 125 subjects sucked less than two years. What weird places are we gonna head into for the second 100 episodes? You know, what strange side projects are going to pop up between now and then? Hopefully, hopefully, you know, you guys support us on Patreon, man.

Hopefully, it's going to lead to several. You know, I know many of you were upset about the bonus sucks, but the time saved by not doing the crazy amount of research for those extra episodes will lead to extra content. It will. Yeah, will lead to extra content. It will. Yeah, I wanna do it. Lindsay and I are gonna try a podcast, Joe and I are gonna try podcasts. And I'm very excited about it.

I think it's gonna be like good complimentary podcast time-sec. Well, also, I think that like the people who are upset, I love it like in the community. I've been following the chain and whatever, just because we don't comment, doesn't mean we're not seeing what you guys are posting. And it's just been great.

Some people are posting like, whoever was complaining about losing the bonus suck, fuck you. And yeah, I just love that the community has really rallied behind it, which means a lot to me is your spouse because no one knows more than me how truly how tired you've been,

how little time we get with you at home. So it's been really nice to see everybody come out and just say like, no, we get it. Thank you for all the content. And yeah, I just, I really appreciate that. Oh, that's good. And I think there was a misconception where it's like, I saw somebody's review

where like, oh, you're working on more like merch designs. It's like, actually, no, it's like you are working on those. Yeah, that's my baby. Yeah, designs. It's like, actually, no. It's like, you are working on those. That's my baby. Yeah, it's just the, there is no shortcut. Research assistant or not. There is no shortcut for adding that second episode a week. And it's like, you know, the more we go further, the deeper I want to go, just my nature.

And so I would rather make the once a week episodes that much better. Or just keep it the same, but more enthusiasm. Rather than I just felt myself reaching that point where I realized like, okay, based on sleep alone, I'm going to start taking short cuts. Yeah, of course, it's like last night, for instance, like Dan was up until almost 3 a.m. because he had to record two episodes today, because his tour schedule, which his tour schedule is what supports our family. It's like, I think there's this misconception

that like, oh, we're like living large something. It's like, no, like any money that is made off the podcast goes right back into the podcast. It's a passion project. Yeah, it's a total passion project. It pays for the merch, because we have to pay for that upfront.

It pays for Joe's paysly. It pays for the merch because we have to pay for that up front. It pays for Joe's paisley. It pays for the studio, right? So it's like, Dan has to tour in order to support our family. And sometimes that means coming home on a Monday at noon and leaving on Wednesday at noon. But not complaining. No, it's not a complaint. It's just like, I think in the spirit of transparency,

like that's just what it's about. It's like, I just started to get worried. And if you want to be mad at anybody, you can be mad at me because I just told Dan, I was like, these bonus episodes, we gotta talk about this, I'm worried about your health. Yeah. And the true suckers know.

That's what I was trying to get at. Is that in the Facebook groups, it's like, I have seen so much support come out. Like, we get it, take care of yourself, and somebody said something so great. They like listen this is Dan's thing at the end of the day if he wanted to stop doing it tomorrow he could stop doing it tomorrow so let's be grateful for I know I know but it was just so great how someone came out and said like let's be grateful for what we get it's free

content for the most part unless you're a space lizard and yeah let's enjoy this thing and let's make it make it the thing that you... And I want, as you know, I want to keep it going for so long. For so long, we talk about like a 10 year plan with this. At least, which is what makes me want to like, you know, it's just that thing of pride where it's like, you think you can handle a certain amount of workload, and then you don't want to like, I don't know, I don't want to, I shouldn't say we. It's just whoever I am.

I don't want to be like, no, I'm in as too much, but I just want to make sure like it's good and part of it being good has been enthusiastic about the project and being enthusiastic takes like time. Yeah, Lindsey's point to the board right now, enthusiasm is contagious and I felt myself coming in here sometimes and feeling like, fuck, it's too much. It's too much of a good thing like,

and I just wanted to make sure I was having fun with it. So, so a lot of it is just, you know, scaling back to make sure that the quality is good going forward. And actually, like for those of you or any of you who think like, oh man, you know, it's about money, no, it's actually, we'll make less money now because we won't have the same inventory, you know, but it's like, it's more important to make less money in the short term to make a good product in the long term. For me, I just love this so much. Well, this project was never about money. No, it really is just about like, I love this shit.

So I hope you love the drunken celebratory twist today. Even if you do really like it, it's not going to happen a lot again. So if you're a new listener again, I'm like, man, I know that like, you're probably like, what the fuck? what happened this episode? I hope it's go here and Thanks to everyone who helps with this podcast thanks to time suck team High priestess of suck harmony of all the camp. She's helping out for almost a year now Jesse the guardian of grammar dope and her he's been helping out for over a year now

Thanks to new kid in the block, you know, Dr. Joseph Paisley For bringing some some some very needed enthusiasm Joseph is a over a year now. Thanks to New Kid on the block, Dr. Joseph Paisley, ow! For bringing some very needed enthusiasm. Joseph is a positive force, man. He's very much, we can figure this out, we can get shit done, kind of dude, and we need that here in the suck dungeon. And I don't like the way he looks or acts or behaves,

like he fucking creeps me out, but overall, good, good egg, right? I don't like good-ass two wives. I don't like the DS three or four wives. And he, now Joe's a kid, dude. Joe's that said it's a good dude. I'm excited to grow with him. So like to have him.

Thanks to Times like High Priest Alex Dugan, Bitlixer team, Danger Brain, Dispaces, Wizard and Merch distributor, Axe is a peril. And also Eric Radiker, man, for developing the merch game that we have now. We would be here with our merch without Eric. And I am proud of what we have.

Thanks to Sophie, detail deity. How do you like that nickname? Evans, for also dig and deep, adding so much research, the more complicated than I thought it was going to be, Noreland's suck. You know, she's from New Orleans. Oh yeah, I hope she's not disappointed

she won't be i hope not you know great work uh... most of all thanks to queen of the suck lindsey comments you know for support of this project back when she had no idea where it would lead back when it took so much fucking time way from our our time together i am very very thankful for you that it's like yeah all we got this babe. Yeah, you never

pressured me to give up on it. You know, it's like it took so much time away from like us. Yeah. It's good. It's good. Yeah. I love this community that you've built. I love this thing that you've done. I remember like early on when it wasn't getting the numbers that you were like, you know, that you've done, I remember early on when it wasn't getting the numbers that you were like, you know that you hoped for or the money or whatever. And I remember talking to your sister Donna about it. And I just said, I would never ask him to quit this because it makes him so happy. It was so good for me to see you have a project that you were passionate about that had nothing

to do with stand up or whatever. Because it's like for people who don't know, Dan always thought that like the ideal career would be to be a writer. And this is the closest, I think, that you get to get, it's like you get to be creative, you get to be funny, you can dive into things you love. And I see how dedicated you are to this

and how passionate you are. I mean, you don't pull those late nights because you don't love it. You pull them because. I'm not worried about it all the time. Because you love it because you love this community. You feel supported by this community. And I'm so grateful that you've taken me

on this journey with you. Well, well, thank you. And I know you guys who don't know, but Lindsey's basically running the show on everything now, except for the creatinia episodes. And it's so nice. And thanks to everyone who helps make this show great. And thanks to you new listener for for listening and understanding next week the space leaders have determined we keep

it dark with the candy man killer. Man the candy man aka Dean Arnold coral. Is that like the movie? No, it's not the movie. It's this guy, this fucking dirt bag, along with two teenage accomplices, abducted, raped, tortured, murdered, at least 28. Oh. Teenage boys, between 1970 and 73. I boys. Well, we're gonna find out.

I never heard of him. I thought the Candyman, who you're thinking of, the whole movie guy, you know, the Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, you say three times in a mirror you conjure a monster turns out way scarier than that uh... dean was known as the candy man because his family owned and operated candy factory in he's heights he had been known to get free candy to local children is he the origin of the don't take candy from strangers and i wonder with that

kind of moniker we will will find out on Monday and time now for Time Sucker updates. First update today reveals it's not just anniversary for Lindsay and I, but also for some other time suckers. Time Sucker Kim Loffman writes, Hey S suck master, or Rory last week for some sweet mattress advice. Baalisa, and now I'm writing a sweet anniversary shout out on Monday's episode if you can. My husband and I are both time suckers and we found out we have the exact same wedding anniversary

as you and the Queen of the Suck I was jacked. And then it falls at a Monday episode seems like destiny. Tim and I have been together since 2011, finally tied the knot on the hottest day of the goddamn year. 105 degrees and out fucking side on that sweet August day. Little did we know that across the country and the same day, you two love birds were getting hitched as well. Yeah, a couple of years, right, a couple of years later.

Yeah, and it was fucking hot. And it was hot when we did it too. So if you can fit it in, can you wish my main squeeze a happy second anniversary from me? We've got dinner reservation to the restaurant far away and we'll listen to Monday's episode in the way. It'll put a big ol' smile on his face. If you're pre-recorded or something, it's all good.

Thought I'd throw it out there. Happy anniversary to you in the queen. You both are so fun to see interaction on social media. Love it. Love Times.hael Nimmeraud Happy University, Kim. And she's talking about, yeah. Kim. at Times like podcast where we harass each other. And yeah, you know what, have a great anniversary. Thanks for listening. Thanks, Kim.

I hope you do have a fantastic dinner. Lindsay and I are gonna be having dinner with my grandpa Ward. Turns 86. Yeah, and he is awesome. He is awesome. Yeah. Yeah, Happy Birthday, pop ward. Tucker Shane Carson writes, he was a nice little update from America's

America's bottle AKA Roswell in New Mexico He says to the suckdog at suck a lot records. My name is Shane. I'm writing you Right out of America's but hole. I actually was born in a town named Artisia 30 miles from Roswell I've been listening to your podcast since January. I have been a hook hooked since I'm a truck driver and I moved oil rigs all around all around the butthole of America while tuned into time suck. Interesting fact, the area in and around America's butthole, the premium basin produces around 32% of America's crude oil. So it's safe to say America's butthole. He writes, so safe to say, America's butthole

gets drilled more than Luciferous, LOL. I've been, I've been meaning to write to you to tell you that since the first time I heard you mention Roswell, since then we have got shout outs on a number of your episodes. So I wanted to let you know that you have fans here too. I get a please, a please give a shout out to my chick Melanie. She loves you very much. I'm trying to get her on board with TimeSuck along with all my friends, family and everyone who will listen. Your podcast is a shit and the best I've come across will keep the content coming. Love the cult of the curious Shane. Thank you Shane. Thank you very, very much man. Got a lot more werewolf trickery emails

in this past week. This one is from TimeSuck, David Vandergriff, who writes, you got me again. Only the second time listener. Oh, no, I'm sorry, only the second time ever. The first being in the blood countess, oh yeah, the Elizabeth Bathree episode. Listening to the werewolf suck

and was in the middle of texting a friend of mine who also listens to TimeSuck. I was telling him how the beginnings of werewolf mythos were a lot less glamorous than I would have imagined when you revealed that you made it all up you dick you got me good hill nimrod david and david of course is referring to my history of werewolf belief when I said it revolved around having sex with dogs in caves in France, thousands of years ago. Yeah, a lot of people got that. And last for today, a soccer name spencer,

whose last name will be left out, send a message to the atomic bomb based town Oak Ridge, Tennessee, he lives in. He says, hello, you beautiful moshmouth master of suck fourth legable jangles. Dr. Reverend Covins, I'm currently listening to your Aerie 51 show. I was doing schoolwork.

Herd you mentioned a little town in the Knoxville, Tennessee Oak Ridge. I was born and raised in Oak Ridge, and yes, I go in the dark. But we, but we for real have frogs that do surprisingly glow in the dark hard to find. I have been following you in the sucks since my little brother introduced me to the suck

around the time of the slender man. I have loved the show ever since and binge entire back catalog about a month after I was introduced. Just wanted to say thank you for helping me more than you can ever know. Oh man, I love that man. Thanks, Spencer.

And then says, oh man, where did I leave off? I've been so drunk. I've been through a lot in this past year. I've been through a lot this past year. And listen to you just talk about really cool stuff has always helped me decompress and get my shit together. I've been so drunk. I've been through a lot in this past year. I've been through a lot this past year. And listen to you just talk about really cool stuff has always helped me decompress and get my shit together. I've also loved to hear you grow as a person

since it started to suck. And it's really been an inspiration that people can change when they see the faults and they want better themselves. Again, thanks for everything. I can't wait until I'm not a broke grad student to become part of the secret suck. Keep up the amazing work, Spence.

You fucking faithful servant of the suck. He says, PS, I don't plan on you reading this on the podcast. Well, I did. But based on the slim chance you do, please make up a name and don't use my real one. Thanks. Why did I need to last name? So I'm going to say your spence, fucking Maclallic clacolan. Spencer Maclallic clacolan. That's your road in. Beautiful. Spencer Maclallic clacolan, who works at the Ontario jerk off factory, making sperm capsules. Do you know that when my cousins were little, and my grandma used to give them baths,

and they get to that age where... Your grandma used to get them off? No. You know, the kids get to that age where Your grandma used to jerk them off? No. She, you know, the kids get to that age where they're like weird about being naked. Oh, yeah. She told my two male cousins she used to work in a penis factory.

What? Oh, yeah, she did say that. Yeah, because they were like super worried about her seeing them naked. She was like, I don't worry about it. I've seen all the, all the penises and they were like, what? She said, yeah, I used to work in a penis factory. I've seen big ones, little ones, short ones, fat ones.

So what you want me to tell Spencer, people say he works in a penis factory. Exactly, and that's all today for Times, for the day's a fun ride. I'm not one for sticking around creative projects other than standing up for very long, but this one has got me. It never gets old, it's never easy. And you, but you make it the most rewarding shit ever.

Don't smash the one in the head with an axis week. Maybe lock your door at night if you leave axis laying around. Thanks for all the suckin' you've done. I sure as hell hope you continue to keep on sucking.