I'm watching a documentary on the Tate-LaBianca murders.
Very ghastly, but it's hard to imagine that such an awful string of murders like that took place at any time in history since it was way before I was born.
It feels like it's... not fabricated, but unbelievable in its circumstances. I mean, a crazed wannabe folk singer who has dreams of a new world order kills the pregnant wife of Roman Polanski to spark a hate war between all races. It goes beyond just being nuts.
That Sharon Tate was a gorgeous lady, and a promising actress to boot.
I don't know. If there's a tragic beauty involved, I'm usually enthralled with the story until I get the full details.
In summation: I am weird.
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