battle hymn of the respepublic, glory, glory hallelujah. i said, they re coming. i was wigged out. he tried to push me aside. i thought he was attacking me. i stabbed him in the back. he took three steps, and i tackled him and somehow got around behind him and slit his throat. i remember him say, pleases don t kill me. that s when i realized, oh, my god, what am i doing the producer described the interview as exhausting as he often took the conversation on bizarre tangents. each moment, whatever the latest measurement of time is repressed alien had snowballed emotionally and was repressed through drugs and alcohol and other witnessed by 10,000 people at a hoedown it was another few minutes before our producer could bring him back to the details of his crime. stick your finger in a wall socket he told us was shocking and disturbing. i pulled his brain out and