Proof in my Memory

There hung on Dennis Valentys bedroom wall an image in a frame of all the victims of the EAST AREA RAPIST.  At the time I thought they were just photos of friends so I never even inquired about them the whole ten years of knowing him.  Then one day wandering around his room I was trying to keep the conversation going and randomly asked who all the people were  in that framed picture hanging on his wall .  He answered OH THEM THEY ARE ALL DEAD.  All of them ?  I asked.  I even remember at the time thinking what are the odds that all his friends have died?  Not realizing people hang things on their wall that they even hate .  What else is there to describe an act such as murder other than pure hate? I can find no other.   You can't church up murder.