FINAL WORDS & TESTIMONY


    I’m not crazy, and I don’t understand why everyone keeps telling me I am. I might’ve wigged out, sure. . . or gone a slight bit off my rocker. Yeah, I did some things I can’t justify. After all, who wouldn''t have lost it, at least a little, after what I’d seen? My actions are all on record.


    Buggy, wack. . . David Dyson’s a real quack. That, I’ll concede to. But fully, murderously crazy? Like, ‘kill your brother in cold blood’ type crazy?


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    No.


    Despite what the newscasters preach, I will maintain my sanity at least. I was fully and utterly sane, and his death was an accident.


    I didn’t kill him. That’s the truth. And you know what? I dare you to dig into the story yourself and prove me wrong.


    You can’t.


    Transcript recovered:


    Suspect: Dyson, David. Male. Age 33. Unemployed. Alumni, MSM, 1982-1988. Time of death: 2:37 am, Sat. Oct. 31, 1989.


    Certified Police record, Copyright NYPD.


    Inmate status at time of death: Unreleased.