You know, speaking of names having power...
Last Wednesday, a man in Grenada walked into the Grenville police station carrying two heads, in a bucket. He's expected to make his first court appearance today.
His name is Steve Gory.
Godspeed to the departed. And Steve, in custody and before a fair court, perhaps you'll be able to tell people the story you carried for, clearly, far too long.
Image source: williams,annie47 on flickr
I had the most desensitized reaction to that news when I first saw it online. My first thought at the headline was "Oh shit, a bucket of heads?" Then I read the piece and I honestly thought "Oh, it was only two heads."
I was then re-disgusted at what he'd done, of course, as it's quite horrible. Still, it's sad that there was a nanosecond where I was disappointed that the story wasn't more gory.
American consumer culture has taught us that if a bucket doesn't contain 24 pieces of crispy goodness, it's hardly worth calling a bucket.