Here's a synopsis of a news story I read today:
A pizza delivery driver named Douglas Wells walks into a bank in Erie, PA and hands them an "extensive note" that both demands money and informs the teller that he has a bomb strapped to his chest. Police capture him in a parking lot a few minutes later. While Wells is handcuffed in the police station, he tells them that he was forced to rob the bank, and that the bomb under his shirt was placed there by someone else. He begins to become frantic and begs the police to remove the bomb. Before the bomb squad can arrive, it explodes and Wells is killed. Investigators describe the bomb as "remarkably sophisticated".
The police then contact the pizza restaurant's manager, who confirms that he did get a call for a pizza delivery to a location he did not recognize. The manager gave the phone to Wells, who left to deliver the pizza and never returned. The delivery address that Wells was sent to turns out to a gravel road that leads to a television transmission tower.
Why the fuck is Laci Peterson plastered all over the front page for days on end, when stuff like this is a quarter-page hidden between ads for Volvos and The Home Depot!?! Truth is stranger than fiction, especially when the truth sounds like something out of a psycho-horror movie.
Posted on September 01, 2003 05:37 PM