Over a two year period in the Swinging Sixties it seemed a serial killer was on the loose in London. At least six women and possibly eight were callously murdered seemingly by the same killer and, to this day, nobody has been arrested for the crime.

Recently a Twitter friend of mine was murdered. There may have been signs. Would you recognized them from your online friends? Would you be able to tell if they seemed happy most of the time and excited about a blogger contest they were in? The post was written to help her two children left behind from the brutual murder of their mom. Locals have collected clothing for them and there is a new fundraising event coming up in March to collect money too. Whenever a friend on sical media goes missing for more than 24 hours I know send a text message if I know them well enough.

“Let us do our yell for you!” laughed B’Wana Don, and three voices merged in a cacophony of idiotic verbalizations designed to evoke vandal berserker cheerleading, practiced together since prepuberty, and a true work of art, until they couldn’t take it anymore and they laughed like they were in their twenties and could do anything.