This is a project that I am undertaking to combine the majority of my blog posts for the past decade under one banner and to post new material as well.
Not only will I be tackling such issues as crime but also politics, entertainment and a host of other subjects as well.
And let’s make one thing clear. I’ll only be saying this once so pay attention. I AM NOT A JOURNALIST. I’m just some guy with a website and an opinion.
The question I get asked most is how did I get into doing this site? Not willingly is usually my first answer, or kicking and screaming. It never really was my intention to write about crime online. If you want the whole sordid story you’d have to go all the way back to the ancient times of 1982.
1982 was my first year of high school. My parents sent me to an all male Catholic high school. I’m grateful for the education it provided but at the time I hated that school. To deal with the long bus rides, bullying and crippling depression I would write these really bad heavy metal lyrics. I mean really bad. The first one was called “To Rule In Hell”. The title was ripped off from Milton’s poem Paradise Lost that contains the line “Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.” My song was basically a ripoff of the Iron Maiden song ‘Number of the Beast’. Like I said, it was pretty bad. Back then there was no internet so I kept all my writings in a notebook which I still have to this day. Occasionally I would show them to trusted associates. This went on until 1988 when I wrote the last of the first generation of my lyrics.
Nine years go by without me writing another word. but 1997 did bring the internet to my life for good or bad. I set up a website on a free host that basically just told the world who I was. Since I was so into heavy metal the site was filled with skulls and blood. Back in 1997 people didn’t always openly share their true identities like today so I needed a cool screen name. I’m also a fan of comic books and all my favorite characters wore trench coats, i.e. The Punisher, The Question and John Constantine. So I decided to call myself TheTrenchcoat.
A year goes by with me making a lot of online friends through my website. In a conversation with one of those friends I complained about how no one in my professional life ever takes me seriously since I was always making jokes. After all I am a pretty funny guy. She told me to stop making jokes then. She also convinced me to start writing again to help cope with my depression. So I combined both trains of thought into one by writing a poem/song called ‘Death of a Jester’. It was about how I was killing the less serious side of me and went a little something like this…
“Death of a Jester”
There will be no performance today
There will be no curtain call
He can no longer perform for you
So witness the grandest spectacle of all
It’s a one night engagement
So make your way to the front row
It’s the death of a jester
It’s a one dead man show
There are no mourners today
Only spectators at the scene
Relishing in this bizarre event
Witnesses to the obscene
Twisted smiles on their faces
Dark humor in their minds
Expecting him to rise again
To be amusing one last time
No set up in the eulogy
No punchline in the pain
He lived for your acceptance
And died from no acclaim
I heard his dying words
As his final breath he gave
He wanted to be taken seriously
Now he’s taken to the grave
This would unleash a torrent of the second generation of my bad lyrics/poetry.
Another year goes by and my depression worsens. The lyrics I write become darker and I often reference suicide. Between that and the blood and skulls my site could have understandably been mistaken for being a goth site.
April 20th 1999. I was on my way to work that morning when I rear ended my pick up truck into an 18 wheeler. Luckily I wasn’t going all that fast. Damage to my truck was minimal and damage to the 18 wheeler was nil. Since I’m a taller man my knees did hit the dashboard pretty hard. I got to work but my knees started hurting pretty bad. I left work to go get checked out at the hospital. My health insurance was supposed to have been in effect but when I called the insurance company they hadn’t received my paperwork yet. So I skipped the hospital, went home, took a couple of pain pills I had left over from a previous injury and went to sleep.
I woke up briefly to hear an announcement on TV that said a school shooting had occurred in Colorado and that the gunmen supposedly called themselves ‘The Trenchcoat Mafia’. I thought to myself that no one would be stupid enough to confuse my website with anything to do with the shooting. I was wrong, very very wrong.