A Young American Dies in Paraguay: Mushroom Tea, Murder, Rape, and a Cover-Up

ASUNCIÓN, Paraguay—Luis Villamayor’s sleepless night began like so many do for parents worrying about a child.

Hours earlier, he had spoken to his son by phone. Sixteen-year-old Alex Villamayor was spending the weekend at the family ranch of one of his best friends, 400 miles away in Obligado, when things got rowdy. Alex, René Hofstetter, 18, and Alain Jacks Díaz de Bedoya, 16, were drinking mushroom tea alone in the house. René's mother and father had promised to be at the ranch, but they were six hours away.

Luis offered to pick him up but Alex assured his father everything was fine. Then, the line got cut off. Luis called him back.

No answer.

He added minutes to Alex’s phone and called him again.

No answer.

He called René’s mother, who assured him everything was fine. Their ranch hand, Matthias Wilbs, was sent to check on the boys in the main house.

Then, the call came at 7:55 the next morning. René was crying.

Tio, Alex shot himself,” he said.

“Wait, what? What do you mean?” said Luis.

Luis dropped the phone and ran barefoot down the street to the house of his ex-wife, Alex’s mother. He made it only as far as the gate before he collapsed and a neighbor came to help.

Puning Luk, Alex’s mother, was not there. She was teaching English that Saturday morning when she heard about her son’s death. She was so distraught, her student had to drive her home. When she arrived, Alex’s younger brother Daniel, 11, was sprawled on the stairs crying. He clung to his mother. Another child, 21-year-old Milagros, was in tears as well. She couldn’t shake the image of her father, who made his reputation as a tough criminal lawyer and former Paraguayan congressman, weak at the knees outside their gate.

“That was a horrible moment,” Luis told The Daily Beast.

By the time Puning and Luis got to their son, he was already in a body bag.

“I so badly wanted to hold him, I couldn’t believe it was my son lying on the table,” she said. Then, she asked the nurse to turn on the air-conditioning “to keep the flies away from my son.”

“Puning is the best mother I have met,” said Luis, her ex-husband. “She always had energy, enthusiasm, and patience for all of them. And yet they took her boy away in such a horrible way. May the Lord forgive them.”

It’s been over two and a half years since Puning and Luis lost their son and still there has been no trial, but the story has captivated the nation of Paraguay. Just this past Thursday, the trial date was postponed to February 19, 2018, a third time. The last time it was postponed was in June 2017.

Much has transpired since Alex’s death in a land known for its social inequality and judicial corruption and impunity. The suspected suicide was changed to a murder probe; the first district attorney on the case was removed and charged with obstruction of justice; René was arrested and jailed after fleeing to Germany; Alain was indicted and quickly acquitted; Paraguay has twice declined to have the FBI involved in the investigation—and new evidence has revealed for the first time the brutality of Alex’s murder.

Friends and family said Alex was kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and social. His favorite U.S. president was Abraham Lincoln and he loved to cook, learn languages, play video games, dress well, and make people feel comfortable.

“Alex was the kind of person you call to fix a problem or just to talk,” said Humberto del Valle, 20, a high school friend from Pan American International School (PAIS) in Paraguay. “He was a guy you could talk to for hours.”

Carlos Pedroza, 20, met Alex at PAIS where they became fast friends. “Alex wasn’t hated by anyone. He was so fun to talk with, always ending every conversation making us laugh,” he said.

“He had a thirst for history, trivial information, and jokes,” said Puning. “He possessed a high level of emotional intelligence.”

When René needed a mechanic, Alex was the first to find him one. When Alain needed help studying, Alex was ready to share his knowledge.

Schoolmate Renato Rolon, 20, remembers that Alex had a funny obsession with the number 23. They began to notice the number everywhere they looked and exchanged photos of it. Alex had a file devoted to it called “23.”

“It was like the magic number of our group,” he said, referring the clique of boys from school that included René and Alain.

On his way home from Alex’s memorial, Rolon said he noticed the number 23 in his father’s car. The clock read 10:23 p.m., the thermometer read 23 Celsius, and the odometer’s last two numbers read 23. “In that second, the moment I saw all that, I started crying because for me, it was like a message from him saying, ‘I’m in heaven, I’m okay.’”

Alex’s favorite song was “How To Save a Life” by The Fray, a band he went to see with his aunt, Kim Luk.

Kim, who lives in Maryland and is spearheading efforts to bring justice to Alex, said he was a gentle soul who was the light of everyone’s life.

“Alex and I were so close. He was such an amazing kid, I can’t even tell you,” said Kim. “We miss him every single day.”

But Luis Villamayor recalls there were times that Alex was the butt of some cruel jokes by some friends of his, including René and Alain. One time, Alex went to a house party and left with a shaved head. He had passed out after drinking beer for the first time, said Luis, and they shaved off all his hair. “That really hurt Alex,” he said. Another time, some friends put Alex on top of a Volkswagen bug and recorded it. Luis found it abusive.

Two weeks before Alex was murdered, Kim put his tie over the shirt they bought together and shined his shoes for his high school commencement. He graduated with honors. That night she waltzed with him. A couple of days later, she said to Alex, “I’ll see you back in the U.S.”

Alex was going to live with her while he attended Montgomery College to study business management. His brother Antonio also studied there and his parents were graduates. His brother was so excited about his arrival to in the U.S., he had posted a long message about it online.

That was the last time Kim saw Alex.

While Alex’s graduating class made plans to go to Cancun that summer in 2015, a trip he and his mother decided against because it was costly, Alex went to René’s ranch instead.

On Thursday, June 25, 2015, Alex took a bus with Alain from the Paraguayan capital, Asuncion, to Obligado.

“I thought it would be good for him to go to the ranch and have some fun,” said Puning Luk. “I never imagined in a million years he was going to be beaten, raped and killed by his friends.”

The family was skeptical from the onset about Alex’s alleged suicide on Saturday, June 27. Alex was an emotionally mature young man without any signs of psychological issues. He loved his family and was equally loved, they say. There were no signs he was contemplating taking his own life.

His friends shared the sentiment.

Rolon’s initial reaction to the news was that it couldn’t be possible. “Imagine a happy person you know with a good, happy life. You can’t process the idea of a suicide or a homicide,” he said.

“I couldn’t understand it at first,” said Pedroza. When he gathered with classmates at a house where they heard Alex had committed suicide, he immediately became suspicious. “I think there are friends who aren’t talking.”

Then, the cracks in the case began to appear.

That Saturday night, the DA, Olga Araujo, told the Villamayor family that she concluded it was a suicide, without conducting any standard investigative procedures. That same night at the morgue, Andy Fernandez, the Villamayor’s family friend and lawyer who identified Alex’s body, was told by a forensic photographer that the wound patterns weren’t consistent with suicide.

Then came some of the most compelling evidence. Photos from the crime scene showed a gunshot wound to the right of Alex’s head while the gun was in his left hand.

“That’s physically impossible to shoot yourself in the right side of your head with your left hand,” says Fernandez, who is now on the Villamayor’s legal team.

The first thing Puning noticed in the photos were Alex’s clothes. “Those aren’t his clothes,” she said. “Why is he wearing someone else’s clothes?” In the photos, Alex had a black pair of sweatpants on that were too big on him.

The tallest boy there that night was Alain, Fernandez said.

“This case was so botched up from the very beginning,” said Kim.

When law enforcement tested the clothes and skin of Alex, René, Alain, and Matthias it revealed there was no gunshot residue.

“That’s proof he didn’t kill himself,” said Fernandez. “If he killed himself, it would be everywhere. In his hair, on his skin.” But the discovery raises other questions.

Alex’s friend Pedroza says the weekend Alex was at the ranch, he shared videos with him of Alex, René, and Alain shooting at eggs and other things. Fernandez said that it was impossible for there to be no traces of gunshot residue on Alain and René if they were shooting guns the day before.

“Someone taught them how to create a suicide scene,” he said, and before authorities got there. “They washed up.”

In fact, phone records belonging to René and his ranch hand Wilbs reveal that René called his father over 50 times starting at 3:00 a.m., even though in their testimony, René and Alain said they both woke up at 6:00 a.m. to find that Alex had taken his life outside on the deck near the pool.

The records also reveal that just before 6:00 a.m., a call was made to a former police officer who, Fernandez believed, helped them create the scene and clean up.

A ballistic test showed that the gun in Alex’s hand had not been fired in a long time.

Armed with the puzzling new evidence, authorities approached the ranch hand Wilbs who eventually confessed to tampering with the crime scene. He told authorities he moved Alex’s body and put another gun in his hand.

But he also added something else: he said he did all this to protect René. When authorities revisited the phone records, they saw that Wilbs had also spoken to René’s father that night. René’s father, in hiding, is currently indicted on charges related to the alleged coverup and illegal gun possession.

When a second autopsy report was conducted, it revealed additional evidence that hadn’t been reported earlier. Alex had been brutally physically abused. The medical examiner found deep bruising all over his body, including his genital area. Marks on his body made by an object like a stick revealed the possibility of torture. The autopsy report also revealed that semen was found in his anus.

DNA results often take weeks, but this time they took seven months, Fernandez says, and the result was surprising–the semen was Alex’s own.

“There’s no record in this world that shows someone had semen in his own body,” Fernandez said.

In February, the prosecution will argue that that sometime between 3 a.m. and 6 a.m., Alex was murdered. Prior to that, he was raped and tortured.

“I’m not sure when or why they tortured him. That’s the part of the story I can’t understand,” said Fernandez.

Although Alain was indicted for murder over two years ago, he was acquitted less than a month later before the investigation had been completed. René and Wilbs are currently in prison awaiting trial for premeditated murder.

“I am shell-shocked,” says Luis about what happened. “I never thought that such a thing would happen in René and Alain’s company. Alex was like a kid-brother to them. They were supposed to take care of him, not hurt him.”

Alex has not been properly buried. Kim said they were hoping the FBI could still assist them in the investigation.

“I have two objectives. One is to bring justice to our family,” said Kim. Four months after she came home following Alex’s death, Kim began working with Maryland Congressman (now Senator) Chris Van Hollen and Sen. Ben Cardin to see what can be done.

Her other objective is to change the laws in the United States so that no American citizen can be murdered without the FBI getting involved. “More people have to understand what happens to you when you travel overseas,” Kim told The Daily Beast.“We’re in an administration right now that is seeking Americans first. This is a perfect time for us to change laws.”

Kim says she and the family can forgive in order to move on, but she needs to know what happened… but, then, she thinks she may never know.

“I have to put away the thought that we’re going to know what truly happened. It’s the truth and the lies and you meet somewhere in the middle,” said Kim.

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7 Things You Need To Do In The Hour Before Any Successful Date

The most clichd dating advice I’ve ever heard is, “Don’t think too much about it.”To be fair, though, this isn’t wrong.

Of course you should put some thought into your date. Sure,overthinkingprobably won’tresult in success, but “underthinking” can be just as disastrous.

Its important to understand what youll be getting into. More importantly, you need to be ready for whats to come.

Before a date, you should never need more than an hour to fully prepare. It may feel like youre scrambling, but if you use every minute wisely, you’ll have more than enough time to prepare for a successful date (which, of course, will lead to future dates).

Here are the seventhings that every guy should make sure he does in the hour before his date.

1. Make sure you’re socially lubricated.

There is no one right way to pregame a date.For some, pregaming might meana nice big glass of Carbernet; for others, it could be a couple shots of whiskey.

Hell,maybe you need aspliff to ease the nerves. Lord knows weve all been there.

No matterwhat you choose, its important to loosen up before your date.

Im not saying you should pull up to a first date sauced and slurring your words — or worse, stoned as a bat. In moderation, a little social lubrication can go a long way in battling those nerves.

2. Clean yourself up, son.

Shower(if you havent yet). Wash your face. If youre a bearded guy, make sure youre trimmed properly. If not, its probably a good idea to give yourself a fresh shave.

Make sure you look presentable, since your appearance will set the tone for the rest of your date. Appearance is key.If youlooksloppy, what kind of impression do you think that will make about how you handle the rest of your life?

Dont forget cologne.

3. Listen to some music.

Before football gamesin high school, I used to put onthe entire “Ready to Die” album from The Notorious BIG true“pregame” music.

There was something about that album that pumped me up and got me ready for football. And at the end of the day, dates arent all that different from big games — I mean, both have winners and losers, right?

So to make sure youre mentally prepared, its not a bad idea to spend some time before a big date listening to the right type of music. It’ll get you in the zone. I recommend something sultry, like Drake.

Be careful what you listen to, though. Pick the wrong Drake song, and youll be stuck thinking about your ex the entire night.

4. Make sure you’re strapped with your date essentials.

I call itthe Holy Trinity of dating.

It’s easy for women to carry around what they need; that’s what purses are for.

Yet for the men out there — at least ones who dont carry pocketbooks — youre going to have to devote some thought to this. But fear not. Thats what Im here for.

If youve got an hour to kill before a date, just make sure that youve got the Holy Trinity. It’s simple: chapstick, gum and condoms.

You may not need all of the three — hell, you might not needanyof the three — but theyre important to keep on you just in case.

ABP, man. Always. Be. Prepared.

5. Do some brief cardiovascular exercise.

While its probably not a good idea to work out too hardor gettoosweatybefore a first date, I would recommend getting the blood flowing a little bit.

Whether that means knocking out a couple of pushups or pullups (if you have one of those handy on-top-of-the-door pull-up bars) before your shower,if you have any hopes of getting intimate with your date, youre going to want to be in the best physical shape as possible.

Granted, Im not sure 20 pushups will compensate for the beer gut you developed in college. But they cant hurt.

6. Do a quick — but thorough — background check.

If you have some time to kill before a first date, it doesnt hurt to do a little background check.

Yes, Im talking the works: Facebook, Google, LinkedIn (from an incognito browser, naturally).

Youre going to want to get an idea of who youre meeting. By stalking this person’ssocial media profiles, youll get a better impression of whats going to make the best impression.

If she’s wearing a Bob Dylan T-shirt in a photo, it might be in your best interest to drop a Dylan lyric over dinner.If she’s posing on a yacht in a lot of her pictures, it might work for you to pick up the check. I dont know — it’s just an idea.

Also, its important to check she doesnt have any priors or a criminal historybeforethe date — unless youre into that type of shit (I know I sort of am).

7. Make sure your funds are secured.

This one might be the most important thing to do in the time before your date: MAKE SURE YOUR FUNDS ARE SECURED.

There will be nothing more humiliating and harmfulto your chances for a second datethan offering to pick up the check and realizing you dont have enough money to cover it.

If youre going plastic, make sure youve got your credit card(s). If youre looking to pay in cash, make sure youve got big enough bills to cover the cost of the meal — without having to scrap together crumpled singles and fives. That will just make you look unprepared and plebeian.

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5 Ways Adults See Their Best Memories Turn Into Nightmares

I’ve talked before about how, despite what adults tell you, your teens are not the best years of your life. There are some pretty awesome things that happen during that period, but your enjoyment of them has nothing to do with a lack of bills or not having to support a family. That’s what an adult says when they’re fed up with the stress of their own lives and projecting it onto yours. It’s short-sighted and idiotic. Suck it, mom.

It has everything to do with the little milestones that represent growing chunks of freedom. They are, in essence, rites of passage that mean you’re putting your teenage years behind you. You’re escaping. When they happen, you’ll mentally log those as some of the funnest times in your life. Then, when you get older, you’ll flip through your skull’s Dewey Decimal System, pull up those memories … and be absolutely goddamn horrified when you picture your own kids doing seemingly insignificant things like …

#5. Getting Their First Job

Why It’s Important:

Aside from just straight up giving your parents the finger and moving out of the house, getting your first job is the ultimate transition from adolescence into adulthood. If you work a night shift, curfew is more flexible. You likely have your own car, or will soon be buying one, so you’re not dependent on mom or dad’s level of sobriety in order to drive you places. If parents are the ones buying your clothes and entertainment, they likely have a say in what you get, so a job frees you up from all of that. It’s your money. You’ll buy a katana if you want to, goddammit.

In the general public’s idea of “adulthood,” the word “job” is more important than “age.” And it should be. I have 40-year-old relatives rotting away in prison right now because smoking foils and stealing shit was more important to them than seeing their kids graduate high school. Those people aren’t adults. The adults in their families are the kids who figured out this one basic financial formula: “Work for the shit I need. Save for the shit I want. Oh, and don’t fuck with meth.”

Don’t vape, either. It makes you look like a twat.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

Up until this point, the only real authority figures in your lives have been parents and teachers. Cops don’t really count unless you’re a sociopath, and even then, there’s not a lot they can do to punish minors. But when you make that transition into the working world, you have a brand-new set of second parents in the form of supervisors and managers. And as adults, we know that most of those are clinical assholes.

We’re not so much concerned about the way they treat you as humans. We know from experience that your life is going to be like that Harry Potter scene where they’re trapped in that vault and all of the treasure starts reproducing. Except instead of gold and silver goblets, it’s an unceasing explosion of assholes. An asshole geyser, if you will. We’re more worried that you’re still in the process of learning how to be a socially functioning human, and we don’t want some power-tripping dickhead influencing how you perceive and treat the rest of the world.

We’ve had our own jobs as teenagers, and we know that there are employees who steal and get away with it. We don’t want them teaching you how to do that, because if you get caught, you’re screwed. And even if you don’t get caught, you’re a piece of shit. We know that there are bosses who can easily make you think that the correct way to manage is to scream, curse, and throw tantrums. Or on the other end of that spectrum are managers who let employees get away with things that would get their asses fired in a more serious “adult” job.

“… the FUCK outta here!”

No, it’s not that we’re afraid of how they’ll treat you. We’re afraid of what they could turn you into. Seventeen years of hard work teaching you the right thing can be undone with a single dose of the unfiltered world. I’ve seen it happen. And yeah, I know that not all kids are precious little angels just waiting to be corrupted by the cruel, remorseless world. But the more rebellious, anti-authority kids tend to learn a lot quicker when they come to work in a bad mood, tell their boss to go fuck himself, and then watch their work history collapse for the next five years. That’s a whole new set of fears, because if that kid has already started paying for his or her first car and then loses their job … congratulations, parents! You just added a new car payment to your budget.

Oh, and speaking of cars …

#4. Driving A Car On Their Own For The First Time

Why It’s Important:

It’s a car. Come on. You just spent the last few months in driver’s ed, learning all of the rules that everyone ignores the second they start driving on their own. You spent the (in my state) 40 hours of mandatory driving with a parent in the passenger seat. Not all at once. That would be silly. You’re silly. Stop being silly.

You sillyass.

Every little imperfection has been pointed out while we held your hand through the process. You’ve sat through dozens of lectures from teachers, parents, aunts, and uncles — and if you’re crazy rich, that sweet talking car from Knight Rider — explaining how the world is full of bad drivers, and you should always be looking out for “the other guy.” Always wear your seat belt. Never, ever, eeeever drink and drive. Don’t even take a chance with your cellphone. Just turn that shit off. If you try to merge while eating an egg salad sandwich, your face will fall off.

Those are deviled eggs, dipshit. Those are fine.

Finally, all of that bullshit is over with. It’s time to grab the keys, put on your awesome NASCAR helmet with flames painted down the sides, and hit the open road. No more lectures. No more, “How many times have I told you to HIT THE FUCKING BRAKES when you turn a corner?!” Eat me, Grandma. This is my world, now.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:

The most obvious reason is that you are piloting a machine that will end you before you even have time to shit your pants. I don’t know a single person who doesn’t know someone who died in a car accident. The not-so-obvious reason, unfortunately, is one of trust. Both of you and everyone else in the entire world. Sorry, but I’m going to get all real up in your shorts for a minute. That’s a thing kids say, right?

The truth is that we’ve seen you at your dumbest. If my oldest son is reading this, understand that I’m not calling you dumb as an individual. I’m talking in a blanket sense. Ask any adult you want about whether or not they considered themselves smart and worldly as a teenager, and they’ll laugh you out of the room. “Oh Christ, no. I was dumb as owl shit.” One time I jumped from the top of a two-story barn into a snow drift that was only two feet deep because I thought it would be fluffy and soft. It was not. My brother once wondered if hairspray would still ignite if it was dry, and set a girl’s head on fire. Neither of those statements are jokes.

It makes me feel better to remember it like this.

We’ve seen the dumb shit you do, and we shudder when we think about the stuff we haven’t seen. The idea that you could space out for even a few seconds while driving a car sends us into a blind panic. Then add on top of that the idiocy of every other person who exists outside of your windshield. People blowing through red lights at full speed. Drunk drivers. Little kids sprinting out into the street to chase down a ball. In my part of the country, we have suicidal deer as big as ponies.

So it’s not just that we’ve seen you at your worst, and we’re hoping you can shed that while behind the wheel. We’re thinking about all of the accidents or near misses that we’ve seen as adults with decades of experience under our belts, and it’s still hard. And that’s not a dick joke.

#3. Staying With Friends While Their Parents Are Gone

Why It’s Important:

Of all the things on this list, this is the one I remember the most fondly. The first time I was allowed to spend the weekend with my friends and no adults around was incredible. A group of about ten of us decided to go on a camping trip at the end of the school year. The ones who were old enough to drive picked up the rest, so it was two trucks, which meant a whole shitload of us rode in the bed. The second we pulled away from the last house, we all transformed into raw teenage boys, cursing out the kind of insults at each other which in retrospect make me die a little inside. Teenage boys are weird.

Along the way, the drivers decided to race. So at barely sunrise, we were throwing donuts at each other, going 90 side-by-side on the highway. Again, with most of the guys sitting or standing loose in the beds of pickup trucks.

When we got to the campsite, we unloaded all of our fishing poles, food, tents, blankets, pillows, beer … oh, and guns. Probably 20 of them, ranging from run-of-the-mill 12-gauge shotguns to .45 autos to an AK-47 or two. By sundown, every one of us was drunk as shit, firing weapons and throwing unspent bullets into the campfire. Nobody remembered to bring water, so when we ran out of beer, we had to just drink the melted ice from the dirty-ass coolers. It was freedom at its purest.

Just move the fish aside. There’s water underneath.

Why It Scares The Shit Out Of Parents:


OK, my personal illustration of dumbassery aside, there are legitimately more subtle reasons this scares parents. Take away the camping, the guns, the booze, and the race that gave 20 middle fingers to Death himself, and we still have stuff to worry about.

All of the fun stuff that we tell our kids not to do … those are the things they’re going to immediately dive into the second we’re out of sight. I’ve accepted that there’s a pretty good chance my kids, like most kids, will eventually experiment with drugs. But when they do, I hope to god it’s just pot and not something that was made in some redneck’s bathtub. Our state (like most states) has a fairly bad problem with prescription drug abuse. About one in five teenagers will try them at some point, and they are super easy to get. In fact, they’re much, much easier to get on the streets than they are from a doctor. My kids are smart, but not so smart that I trust them to know how much Vicodin is safe to take versus their body weight, metabolism, personal resistances to pain killers, and whether or not they’re allergic to the medication in the first place.

“Just grab a handful. They’re healthy.”

When we’re talking about that shit, we’re far beyond a night of giggling and eating Twinkies. We’re talking about highly addictive medication that can kill your ass if you go overboard. But enough about drugs. That’s probably just the paranoid addict in me talking.

We still worry about what liberties they’re going to take when we’re not around. Simple things like staying out after curfew. In a small town, it’s not that big a deal, but in a larger city, you might as well be painting a neon bullseye on their asses, along with a sign that says, “Please beat the shit out of me and take my wallet. I am the dumping grounds for your drunken 3 a.m. rage!” Hell, even in a small town, pull up a website that shows the locations of sexual predators in your area, and tell me that doesn’t make you want to teach them some Deadpool shit.

But as a parent, you just have to finally learn to let go and give them a little slack. It’s just really hard to trust someone who has to be reminded on a daily basis to brush their teeth. It’s even harder to trust the strangers in a town whom you regularly fantasize about being on fire.

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Things We Did Before Falling Out Of Love

You kissed me in a bar. You kissed me on the street. You kissed me on the pavement outside of my apartment. You texted me good night. I texted you unintelligible letters.

You kissed me in a Halloween costume. You kissed me in your bed. You kissed my naked skin and lent me money for a cab ride home. You texted me, I had a good time. I texted you nothing back.

You bought a red and white striped sweater that I liked. I cut your hair. You bought me an AC Newman CD from the used record shop around the corner. You slept in my bed more nights than not.

When the weather was bad, you got us Vietnamese take out from the Pho shop down the road. We scrounged pennies to buy Pabst Blue Ribbon beer and Captain Morgans spiced rum. I kissed you with fervor when I was drunk. You walked me home in the cold.

I went away. We said wed make the distance work. We didnt make it work.

I took up kickboxing. You met someone else.

I came back in the wintertime. We took a trip to Niagara Falls. You held my hand on the bus ride home. You said it was like wed never left. We put a Christmas tree up in my apartment with the hardwood floors. You said you loved me. We ordered pizza and had sex long into the night.

I taught you how to rock climb. You taught me how to love. On the sunny days we packed up bags with flashlights and trail mix and chalk bags and emergency first aid kits and we headed out to nowhere for weekends at a time. You said, Lets move to a cabin in the woods, I said, Yes, and we kissed inside our four-person tent like we were the only two people on earth.

You introduced me to your parents. I introduced you to my past. We stripped all the mistakes from our skin and we swore never to tell each others secrets. I watched movies that I didnt even like for you. You told me that you hoped wed die at ninety-five years old, in a tragic car accident with our hands clasped together, so that we never had to live in a world without each other.

We moved into the apartment with only one window. We bought black sheets to stretch over the bed. We fucked on the counters. We fucked on the dryer. We fucked on the living room floor. You said youd work eighty hours a week if you had to, and sometimes you did. I did too.

We took vacations. We were the envy of our friends. We took pictures of ourselves with tanned skin, holding coconut drinks and kissing one another on exotic foreign beaches. We laughed at ourselves for being average. We took another sip and let it slide.

We let the seasons change. We let each other change, into people we didnt always know. We got high and reveled in each others bodies. We got low and kissed the sadness from our skin. On the days when things were bad, I hid each knife in the apartment before I left for work. On the days when things were good, we got wine drunk and promised all of our tomorrows to each other.

You kissed me in the car. You kissed me at the doctors office. You kissed me with your eyes all lit up and terrified of all the tomorrows and maybes. When the cold came, we moved in closer to each other. We swore that wed make it okay. We swore that the spring would come someday.

When the earth thawed, we planted flowers in rows outside our house. I caught you staring, in the daytime, at the wild, rambling roads that used to beckon you home. Your mother said the colour had returned to your skin and I stopped hiding the knives in the back of the pantry when I left early for work. You told me you believed people could save one another. You kissed me slowly. I kissed you hard. You kissed me in the dirt and on the concrete and in the early morning hours when the sun had barely risen.

You said, Im never going to fall out of love with you.

I told you, Me too.

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Spain attacks could have been bigger, police say

Barcelona (CNN)The perpetrators of the terror attacks in Barcelona and Cambrils originally planned to use explosive devices to wreak greater devastation but were apparently thwarted because their materials detonated prematurely, police said Friday.

    Witnesses describe Barcelona attack

Catalan police chief Josep Lluis Trapero told reporters that explosives were found in the Alcanar property and that police “are working on the hypothesis that these attacks were being prepared in that house.”
A source briefed on the investigation said a preliminary assessment of the Alcanar property indicated there were traces of the powerful explosive TATP in the rubble.
    TATP has been used in numerous Islamist terrorist attacks carried out in Europe, including the November 2015 Paris attacks, the March 2016 Brussels bombings, the May Manchester bombing and a failed bomb attempt by an Islamist extremist at the Gare Centrale in Brussels in June.
    The explosion meant the attackers were unable to use material they were planning to deploy in attacks in Barcelona, Cambrils and perhaps elsewhere, he said. The attack in Barcelona, capital of the Spanish region of Catalonia, was therefore “more rudimentary than they originally planned,” Trapero said.
    The revelations pointed to the alarming possibility that authorities knew nothing of an advanced plot to mount a spectacular terror attack until an accidental explosion at the perpetrators’ base — and despite this eye-catching setback the terror cell managed to carry out two further improvised attacks without impediment.

    Key developments

    — Four people have been arrested: one of them in Alcanar and three in Ripoll. Three were Moroccan citizens and another was Spanish; they ranged in age from 21 to 34. None of them had been on authorities’ radar for terrorism. Police said Friday they have identified three of the suspects, but didn’t name them publicly.
    — People from at least 34 countries were among the injured in the attacks, Catalan authorities said. US Secretary of State Rex Tillerson said an American citizen was among the dead. Two Italians were the first of the deceased victims to be named. Canadian PM Justin Trudeau said one of the dead was Canadian. Spain’s Department of Interior said four Spaniards and one Portuguese national were killed.
    — Spain’s Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy labeled the Barcelona attack “jihadi terrorism.” Rajoy’s government has declared three days of mourning across Spain.
    — The ISIS media wing, Amaq, has said the Barcelona attackers were “soldiers of the Islamic State,” but stopped short of explicitly claiming responsibility for the attacks or providing evidence for their claims.
    — King Felipe, the Spanish head of state, led a moment’s silence at Barcelona’s Plaa de Catalunya — near where the attack began. Crowds later joined in lengthy applause. “We are not afraid, we won’t forget,” they chanted.

    An attack gone wrong

    The first sign of the terror cell’s activities — although its significance was not immediately understood — came Wednesday evening when the house in Alcanar was almost completely destroyed by an unexpected explosion.
    One person, a Spanish national, died the in the blast, and another was seriously injured. Both were found inside the house. The injured man is one of the four suspects arrested. He was moved to a police station in Tortosa on Friday, Catalan police said.
    Six other people were also injured in the explosion, according to a Catalan fire department report, no information was provided as to the identity of the six.
    Police said Friday there were other “biological remains” found at the site, but it is unclear whether they belong to a different person.
    “They were trying to make explosives out of butane gas among other things,” Trapero said. He speculated that “some sort of accident” caused the explosion, therefore avoiding greater catastrophe later.
    Thwarted by the accidental explosion, and possibly alarmed at the attention it had drawn, it appears that the surviving members of the cell scrambled to mount an alternative plan. The next day at about 5 p.m., a rental van was driven at high speed from Barcelona’s Plaa de Catalunya deep into the teeming crowds on the city’s most famous thoroughfare, Las Ramblas.
    “I saw people flying into the air and everyone was running into the shops on either side,” witness Ali Shirazinia told CNN.
    At least 13 people were killed and 120 injured. The driver of the van fled on foot. The Interior Ministry said Friday that 15 of the 59 people still hospitalized remain in critical condition.
    Hours later, as details of the atrocity in Barcelona were still emerging, five attackers drove an Audi A3 into several pedestrians in Cambrils, 120 kilometers (75 miles) south of Barcelona, early on Friday morning. Police engaged in a shootout with the attackers, and all five were shot dead, four of them by one officer.
    A woman subsequently died from her injuries, Catalan emergency services said, taking the number of dead in both attacks to 14. Six others were injured, three seriously.
    Photographs showed the black Audi, flipped upside down with its windows smashed out, being removed from the scene.
    Catalan police later said they found an ax and knives in the car, and the attackers had fake explosive belts attached to them. Before being shot they had wounded one person in the face with a knife. Police were investigating whether one of the attackers was the driver of the van used in the Barcelona attack.
    Alex Folch, 28, told CNN he saw the immediate aftermath of the shootout from his holiday apartment on the fifth floor of the Club Nautic Cambrils, on the Consulat de Mar.
    He said he saw three people lying on the ground surrounded by police, one with what appeared to be “a metallic kind of belt” around the waist.
    Folch said he could see snipers on the roof beside him and later heard controlled explosions conducted by police.
    Police said later they have identified each attacker but they didn’t release their names publicly.
    The house in Alcanar appears crucial to the investigation. Trapero said several of its residents had hired some of the vehicles used in the Barcelona and Cambrils attacks. He added that “the investigation is centered on identifying those persons who were in that house.”
    A car that ran over police officers at a checkpoint in Barcelona later on Thursday was unconnected with the attacks, Trapero said. One of the occupants of the car was found to have been stabbed.

    Shock and fear in Barcelona

    The Catalan government said the Barcelona victims came from 34 countries.
    The first to be identified was an Italian, Bruno Gulotta, who worked for Tom’s Hardware Italia. He was a much-loved colleague with a partner and two young children, the company said. He had been on holiday in Barcelona with his family.The second victim named was another Italian, Luca Rosso.
    Belgium’s Foreign Ministry spokesman Jose de Pierpont said one Belgian was among those killed in the attack.
    A 74-year-old Portuguese woman has also been identified by the Portuguese government as one of the victims in Barcelona.
    Las Ramblas reopened Friday morning but reminders of the previous day’s horror were all around.
    In some outdoor cafs, full glasses of beer and sangria sat out on tables, left behind after people scattered. Overturned chairs and napkins were strewn on the street. Waiters were beginning to pick up the pieces as restaurants opened.
    Flowers, candles and messages of solidarity piled up through the day at makeshift shrines along the street.
    Some shocked residents and tourists had come to the normally bustling avenue to pay their respects to the attack victims. Others gathered for a march intended to show unity in the face of fear.
    “It was an attack against humanity,” Sandra Gregorio said after laying flowers at one of the many memorials that has sprung up. “Look at this street, Barcelonians are not afraid,” her boyfriend Marc Guzmn added. “We have to be united, now more than ever.”
    Hajar Menssouri, a 24-year-old laboratory technician and student, told CNN: “I joined the march to show that fear would not divide us.”
    Earlier, resident Federico Colmenarejo, 32, walked along Las Ramblas in a daze. His apartment overlooks the street — and he said a phone call from his grandmother at the time of the attack had saved his life because it had stopped him going out.
    “Just to think how is it possible that I cross this street every day on my way to work. I can’t believe it. In Barcelona this never happens,” he told CNN.

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    Tom Green: ‘It demystifies the presidency when you’ve had Trump scream in your face’

    The online prankster who got fired by Trump returns to standup and talks about where you draw the line in comedy

    Tom Green has been rapped about by Eminem, fired by Donald Trump and married briefly to Drew Barrymore. He made an influential and outrageous MTV series (The Tom Green Show), as well as one of the most reviled films of all time (Freddy Got Fingered). He also documented his experience of testicular cancer in a TV special that didnt blanch at the sight of the surgeons scalpel. And it is not merely a figure of speech to say that he has guts millions of viewers have seen them, unpacked on the operating table during surgery to inspect his lymph nodes.

    Sitting in a London bar, the 45-year-old, 6ft 2in Canadian comic is more contemplative than the manic, bug-eyed goofball who made his name in the 1990s. Back then, he blurred the line between pranks and performance art, prowling the streets with baguettes strapped to his head, addressing passing businessmen as Mummy or gyrating against roadkill. It was the roadkill stunt that earned him a namecheck from Eminem, who complained in The Real Slim Shady: Sometimes I want to get on TV and just let loose, but cant / But its cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose.

    Green sips his beer. People thought I was completely nuts, he says in his soft, rumbling voice. Part of the confusion, he suspects, can be blamed on the decision to carry over his hysterical persona into talkshow appearances. Playing Tom Green quickly became an exhausting full-time job. Id go on The Tonight Show and scream into the camera. I felt the pressure to make myself seem unhinged. I want people to know that Im not just this crazy person flailing around. A lot of thought goes into what I do.

    One of the most reviled films of all time Green in Freddy Got Fingered. Photograph: Chris Helcermanas-Benge/Associated Press

    It is for this reason that he bristles when I ask how it felt to be at the forefront of the 90s wave of gross-out comedy. It bothers me when people say shock comic or gross-out because that was only one type of comedy I did. There was prank comedy. Man-on-the-street-reaction comedy. Visually surreal comedy. But you do something shocking and that becomes your label. That dead moose, it seems, cast an awfully long shadow.

    Just as the goatee and floppy fringe of his 20s have been replaced by short hair and a black beard splotched with grey, so the pranks and skits have given way to more mature pursuits. He presents an online talk show, Tom Greens House Tonight, from his living room, and has made an enthusiastic return to his standup roots. Im surprising myself on stage every night, he says.

    The material in his current European tour, he says, is the strongest of his career. He is still railing against technology and social media one of his most inspired recent routines finds him crouched on a stool, limbs retracting into his body, as he imagines the human form reduced to two muscular, elongated, rapidly flapping text-messaging thumbs.

    The new show, he adds, is also his most personal. Subjects include his battle with cancer and the reality of being 45 and not having children. Inevitably, the current US president, who fired him from The Apprentice, crops up. I talk about how it demystifies the presidency when youve sat there and had him scream in your face. Wow, that guys the president? I really shouldve gone up for all of those jobs in my life that I never felt qualified for.

    Green savaged Trump in a rap parody last year but the challenge, he says, is to keep the mood inclusive, irrespective of political affiliation. If its negative and hostile for half the audience, then not only is that half not laughing, theyre not even listening. We happen to be meeting on the day that a picture emerged of the US comic Kathy Griffin holding a bloodied Trump mask in a mocked-up decapitation pose. Jim Carrey and Alec Baldwin sprang to her defence, but Green sounds a cautionary note. She made a mistake. As comedians, we all get into that mode of thinking of the worst thing imaginable but you usually have the ability to pull back before releasing it to the world.

    It may seem a bit rich to hear restraint preached by the man who, in Freddy Got Fingered, bites a babys umbilical cord before using it to spin the infant around his head, showering the maternity ward with blood. Then again, there is an underlying tenderness to Greens humour. Its important to remember that he hands the baby lovingly to its mother and that Freddy Got Fingered is the story of a man who just wants his daddy to love him, even if it means spraying him with elephant semen. (Green, whose father was a captain in the Canadian army, calls the movie semi-autobiographical.)

    The comic enjoyed his first burst of fame at the age of 19 in his native Ottawa as part of the rap group Organised Rhyme, where he went by the name MC Bones. When the band was dropped by their label, he lived in his parents basement devising and shooting increasingly ambitious comedy videos that went out on a Canadian public access station. Some were simple vox pops; others, such as the prank in which he arranged for his fathers car to be spray-painted with an explicit lesbian sex scene, transforming it into the Slutmobile, demanded complex levels of planning.

    Much of the humour arose from the conflict between these provocations and the essentially reasonable nature of the Canadian national character, as personified by his long-suffering parents, who became one of the subjects of his comedy (he once woke them up, on camera, at 3am to demand that they watch a Bon Jovi video with him) but never the butt.

    MTV snapped up hundreds of these prank videos and gave Green his own show. Within weeks, he was fielding calls from Oprah Winfrey, Pepsi and his hero David Letterman. Drew Barrymore asked him to appear with her in Charlies Angels and the pair started dating, generating a media storm that endured throughout their two-year relationship, which included five months of marriage.

    What with the couples divorce at the end of 2001, the notoriety of Greens MTV show, the Eminem song, the cancer diagnosis and the furore over Freddy Got Fingered, it felt as if every pop culture news item in the early 2000s revolved around him. Its true. A couple of those things would have been enough, but every day there was a story about me. And when something is in everyones face, they want to attack it.

    When I ask if there is anything he feels is now overlooked about his comedy, his thoughts return to those heady early days. When the show went out on MTV in 1999, we were inventing something and trying to smash TV conventions. I feel I get credit for that on the street but not in the mainstream. There are billion-dollar franchises that have literally reshot and recreated my material.

    I mention Jackass, which was devised by members of his team while he was on hiatus recovering from cancer, and Sacha Baron Cohen. All sorts of stuff, yeah, he nods. I was the first one who put all that together, this guerrilla-sketch-comedy-skateboarder-lifestyle-reality thing, which is essentially what YouTube is today. It can be a little frustrating not to get credit for that.

    Still, theres a sense he may finally be getting his due. Eric Andre, who has a groundbreaking show on Adult Swim, has acknowledged Greens influence. One website recently called him the original troll. Even Freddy Gets Fingered is being appreciated at last for its punk surrealism.

    For Green, standup is his future. When Im 65 and still performing every week, Id like people to say, You know, when that guy was a kid, he made these weird, crazy videos? And theyll have to go look for them rather than it being the first thing they know about me.

    Tom Green is at the Nottingham Glee Club, 13 June. Box office: 0871 472 0400. Then touring.

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    Drink: forget claret, champagne and port – there are interesting Christmas alternatives

    Our drinks writer draws up her alternative festive plan

    By the time you read this, well have endured 54 days of full-on festive hype since the Christmas promotions kicked off the day after Halloween. And I, for one, have had enough. If I have to hear or write about another claret or chteauneuf thats perfect for the turkey, Im going to give up the day job. So here, for fellow grumps and Scrooges, is an alternative Xmas (or alt-xmas, as I suppose we must now call it) drinking plan.

    Curatolo Marsala Superiore Dolce: serve with mince pies.

    For those who do not want to hear that you need to leave a glass of sherry out for Santa, try madeira or marsala for a change. Waitrose has the delicious, slightly orangey Curatolo Marsala Superiore Dolce (18% abv) for just 11.29. You could use whatever Santa and Rudolph dont drink to make zabaglione before dry January sets in.

    Similarly, refuse to drink French wine with your Christmas dinner, and instead go for a lush South American red. I asked my local wine shop in Bristol, Davis Bell McCraith, to recommend an alternative to claret and they came up with a cracking Argentinian malbec/cabernet blend called Amancaya (15.99 DBM, 14.50 Fareham Wine Cellar, 17.50 Oxford Wine Company; 14.5% abv), a joint collaboration between Lafite Rothschild and Nicolas Catena. After all, its much more fun chatting to the staff in a local indie on Christmas Eve than battling the supermarket queues.

    Starting with smoked salmon? Drink sauvignon blanc rather than champagne. Or a fragrant malt whisky such as the delicate, sweet, heathery Mackmyra Brukswhisky Swedish Whisky (42 Oddbins; 41.4% abv), which is one of the most delicious drams Ive tasted this year.

    And with the stilton? Please not port again: go and track down a bottle of sloe gin, which in my book is the best present bar none to take to friends or family youre staying with. Tescos Finest Sloe Gin (29% abv) is not half bad at 14 for a full-size bottle, and you can always resolve to make your own in 2017. Alternatively, buy a full-size bottle of the dark, rich, sweet Port Barrel-Aged Greenwich Ale (6% abv) that Meantime has made for Marks & Spencer this year: great value at 5.50.

    Finally, your friends will love you if you bring along the ingredients for knocking up a few cocktails. The best bargain of all is an orange liqueur called LEsprit dOrange (22% abv), which is a ridiculously cheap 4.99 at Lidl and which you could also add to caramelised oranges, a sorbet or a batch of marmalade; I even add a dash to my mulled wine. Happy Christmas and thank goodness its nearly over.


    Fiona Becketts new ebook, 101 Ways To Enjoy Cheese And Wine, is out now at 4.50.

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    Bobby Morrow, the greatest Olympic sprinter you’ve never heard of

    David Lengel: American Bobby Morrow won three medals on the track at the 1956 Olympic Games before rapidly falling out of the limelight

    Former high school classmates have attempted to visit him at his San Benito, Texas farm. Old friends have tried again and again to call and catch up. It seems that at least for now, 80-year-old Bobby Morrow, an all-time great Olympic sprinter who for decades has struggled to deal with the notoriety surrounding his achievements, has chosen to live out his years in isolation.

    Sixty years ago, in 1956, it was a different story altogether. Morrow was an invincible 21-year old who had rocketed to fame after putting together the most dominant athletics performance since Jesse Owens. The highly criticized new cinder track at the Melbourne Cricket Ground couldnt stop Morrow, nor could a virus that knocked 10lbs off his 6ft frame just days before the Games. Only a powerful headwind prevented Morrow from setting a world record 100m run, storming past The Queensland Hurricane Hector Hogan halfway through his race for gold.

    In the 200m, Morrow, known as the most relaxed sprinter of all-time had his cheeks flapping about as he powered past the field in 20.6 seconds, breaking Owens 20-year-old record. I wanted to emulate the great Owens, said Morrow after his run. Another Owens record would fall next: the 4x100m world mark that had previously been set with the icon as anchor.

    Bobby Morrow wins the 100m in Melbourne 1956.

    Fifteen years ago, I met with a reflective Morrow, who in one of his more upbeat moments said: I was born and raised right here on this farm and its amazing that a kid you know a little town like San Benito could be able to go to the Olympic Games and you know you have to pinch yourself every once and a while, even now.

    For Morrow, it all began in those sprawling cotton fields where the competition was his cousins. He dominated at San Benito High School where he played sports against Bert Keys.

    Nobody ever did it like he did it, said Keys. When the gun went off he was off and running. He was unbelievable. And the thing about it was, for the first 20 or 30 yards, people could keep up with him, but by the last 20 or 30 yards he was all alone.

    By 1953, college scouts from the Southern California track powerhouses gathered in southeastern Texas to watch the San Benito Bullet run in the high school state championships. But Morrow, then described as an ultraconservative Christian declined a scholarship with the established track schools, got married and stayed in the state, attending Abilene Christian College, where he would help form a Texas sports dynasty.

    I saw him run several times, said his coach Oliver Jackson, who died in 2007. And I knew right then that he was a pure thoroughbred.

    Jackson, who would go on to coach four Olympic champions, told Sports Illustrated that Bobby had a fluidity of motion like nothing Id ever seen. He could run a 220 with a root beer float on his head and never spill a drop. I made an adjustment to his start when Bobby was a freshman. After that, my only advice to him was to change his major from agricultural sciences to speech, because hed be destined to make a bunch of them.

    Despite the fact that Morrow ran a then-unthinkable 9.3 seconds in the 100-yard dash, the same Southern California track experts that sought his signature for college were wary of Morrows talents heading into the 1956 Olympic trials.

    Morrow winning in the 100m heats at the 1956 Olympics. Photograph: Bettmann/Corbis

    They were always skeptical of people from Texas anyway because you know theyd say, well you had a big wind behind you [a reference to the belief that Texan track meets often had big tail winds doe to the flat terrain], Morrow said. How much wind did you have? They always brought up that angle of it. How much wind did you have? So we always had to do a little better so we could say that didnt make any difference.

    Morrows dominated the trials at the Los Angeles Coliseum, qualifying easily with wins in the 100m and 200m, dismissing any doubts about being pushed ahead by Texas winds. In Melbourne, Morrow, who benefited by the absence of his chief rival, the injured Dave Sime, cruised to multiple victories.

    Morrows fame exploded: he made the cover of Time, Sport and Sports Illustrated, and beat out Mickey Mantle, Frank Gifford and Paul Hornung for SIs Sportsman of the Year Award. The Texan also appeared on several television programs, including the larger than life Ed Sullivan Show. While such popularity would be a dream scenario for many, for Morrow, it was the start of decades of disillusionment.

    He was the finest sprinter of his era, said Olympic historian David Wallechinksy. But it was a short era.

    The souring surrounding his new post-Olympic success actually began in Melbourne, where Morrow was quick to catch on to the injustices of amateurism. In the time before Olympic sprinting medals translated into wealth, shoe companies interaction with athletes was limited to if youre going to go to the bathroom you may want to use the third stall on the right [to pick up your money] according to Wallechinsky.

    Morrow was particularly stung by what he saw as hypocrisy surrounding the controversial Avery Brundage, who headed up the US Olympic Committee from 1930 through 1953. Morrow told Sports Illustrated that there were plenty of food and accommodation perks for …a bunch of guys whose job was to hand out soap and towels, because they had to find something for them to do.

    Morrow would later attempt to right what he believed were the wrongs of the era, and despite having to hand over television quiz show winnings to his university – he could donate money linked to athletics but not profit from it and cash in plane tickets for food and drive to meets instead, Morrow set himself on qualifying for Rome in 1960.

    Morrow performed well back at Abiline Christian College, but when the Rome 1960 Olympic trials came around, Morrow was suffering a groin injury sustained during a warm up meet and couldnt run in the trials. Still, there was a spot available as a reserve, and Morrow was invited to train in California with the squad. He arrived healthy in Los Angeles, and promptly began to beat athletes who had made the team.

    When its time to go to the Olympics, I kept calling the night before, and they said no we havent made up our minds, we havent decided yet, you know, we dont know yet, were still meeting, Morrow recalled. They said you just meet us at the airplane at LAX, and we will tell you if youre going or not. So I met them out there and they said no. Youre not going. I dont know why they didnt take me in 60.

    Morrow may have been left on the runway because the US had a healthy Sime on their roster. The Duke star had beaten Morrow before and held world records. They also had Ray Norton, who was favored to duplicate Morrows feat of winning three gold medals.

    Then again, Morrow, still very much in his prime with three Olympic gold medals in his pocket, had testified at a US Senate hearing that there were too many freeloaders at the 1956 Olympic Games, statements that did not sit well with the all-powerful Brundage.

    In Rome, Sime finished second in the 100m to West German Armin Harry, before the 4x100m team flopped after being disqualified after Frank Budd handed off to Norton out of his zone. Back home, Morrow felt humiliated by the way he was treated and that, added to his anger with the way amateur athletes were treated, fueled his decision to retire from the track.

    In 1961, Morrow began a campaign to reverse the paltry stipend US athletes were forced to live on while higher ups enjoyed all the trimmings of high profile sports executives. He appealed for, and received an audience with Bobby Kennedy where he was able to air his gripes. Then he was invited to speak at a US Senate hearing for a second time, one that yielded little to no change.

    A bitter Morrow felt his being shunned by the US track and field community came as a result of his attempts to bring change. He further retreated from public life, leaving Houston where he was training to be a stock broker before returning to the San Benito Valley where hes spent most of his time since.

    Despite his achievements on the track and his campaigns for better treatment off it, Morrow remains a champion lost to history.

    I dont get mentioned, said Morrow. I get left out a lot. And I think thats because I was fighting them so much … that may be a part of it. I dont know.

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    10+ Food Orders That Were Terribly Misunderstood

    You know the saying “you should be careful what you wish for”? Well, you should be careful what you order too and we’re about to show you why.

    Below, Bored Panda has put together a list of hilariously messed up orders. Some of the orders were clearly misunderstood by the waiter while others were purposely messed up. Either way, all these people definitely didn’t get what they were expecting and it’s hilarious. Keep on scrolling to take a look and don’t forget to vote for your favorites!

    How badly has your food order been messed up? Submit your pic to the list!

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    Animal Serial Killer’s Death Toll Rises To 17… And Officials Are Scared Humans Are Next!

    This is straight up sociopathic!

    17 animals have been found dead by scalpel in Canada over the past year, and authorities are starting to think the serial killer could upgrade to human targets soon.

    Throughout 2016, nearly a dozen and half animals — including coyotes, snakes, rabbits, geese, dogs, and cats — have been found mutilated in public places around London, Ontario, with their blood drained and their organs professionally removed.

    While the killer was mostly only attacking wild animals at first, a headless dog was found skinned outside a beer store last Friday… which, in addition to a cat carcass located alongside the Thames River recently, means he’s officially going after domestic animals as well.

    But to make things even worse, Judy Foster, executive director of London Human Society, believes this crime spree could have started TWO years ago when the animal rights organization received a skinned goose at their front door!

    Judy spoke with

    But just in case you missed that… Mike doubled down on his point to The Montreal Gazette on Friday, adding:

    “This will continue to escalate. This is not a prank, it’s not mischief. It’s sexual, it’s predatory, it’s high risk, and it’s criminal.”


    Harming animals is one of the three traits commonly attributed to early warning signs of serial killers… so we would take his advice seriously!

    Stay safe out there, Canadian Perezcious Readers!!

    [Image via NBC.]

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