a thirsty lad and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really hot summer in new york, and everything went dark. i heard someone on the street go, it s a black out! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning, after a night of no electric power, what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america. then you have the son of sam on the loose. we always look for parents in the victims. there was a belief he was only killing women with long, dark
and threatening letters to the press and to the police, sam s a thirsty lad, and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really miserably hot summer in new york. and everything went dark. and i heard someone on the street go, oh, it s a blackout! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america. then you have the son of sam on the loose.
and threatening letters to the press and to the police, sam s a thirsty lad, and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really miserably hot summer in new york. and everything went dark. and i heard someone on the street go, oh, it s a blackout! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america. then you have the son of sam on the loose. we always look for patterns in victims. there was this belief that he
he warned in one of his sick and threatening letters to the press and to the police, sam s a thirsty lad, and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really miserably hot summer in new york. and everything went dark. and i heard someone on the street go, oh, it s a blackout! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america. then you have the son of sam on the loose. we always look for patterns in victims.
for the son of sam killer in new york. the search continues for the .44-caliber killer who has come to be known as the son of sam. he warned in one of his sick and threatening letters to the press and to the police, sam s a thirsty lad and he won t let me stop killing until he s had his fill of blood. it was a really miserably hot summer in new york. and everything went dark. and i heard someone on the street go, oh, it s a blackout! the looters were out almost instantly. and it felt apocalyptic. i remember going to bed that night thinking it was the end of the world. new york city in the early morning after a night of no electric power. what it did have in the dark streets was a wild outburst of crime. when the greatest city in the world goes black, it showed a crumbling america.