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I used to work in a box-factory with a guy called Mark Hobson. He went insane and killed his girlfriend, his girlfriend's sister and two random people. It was national news at the time.
Y'know that cliché about serial-killers: once they're arrested, they're always remembered by their shocked neighbours as quiet, kept himself to himself, 'he'd never hurt a fly'?
Well, if anyone I knew (or worked with) was going to murder someone, it would of been him. He was always a touch psychopathic (had stabbed someone before), was an alcoholic and smoked weed all of the time - I think the latter (or perhaps the sad, solitary lifestyle associated with a type of weed smoker) warped him. A hit-list was found in his house with the names of lots of former/current co-workers which was disconcerting while he was on the loose.
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