Dear Mr. Gacy Page #2

He had to make a delivery

but he should be back soon.

What kind of damage is

he looking to do now?

I think he was talking about tearing down

that back wall by the storage area.

All right, I'll go take a look.

How's it going, pal?

Hey.

Did you get your Christmas bonus?

No, not yet.

- You?

- No, not yet.

Well, it better come in soon.

How much you make

an hour here?

$2.50.

You know, I pay my guys $7.50.

Really?

You interested?

Oh sh*t.

Hey.

Where the f*** were you?

I know, man, I'm sorry.

I got held up.

Look at me. Hey.

What the fu...

Alex, why does that guy

keep f***ing with you?

Just drive, okay?

I want to get out of here.

- Later.

- Bye, Alex.

I'm sorry I was late.

You guys are late.

I know, Mom. It's my fault.

Alex, take your hat off at the table.

It's not polite.

- So how was school, boys?

- It was good.

Good.

Did you hear me?

Alex, do what your mother says.

What the hell happened

to your eye?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing?

It doesn't look like nothing to me.

Jason, what happened?

It's not a big deal, Mom, okay?

He just got into it

with some kid at school.

You should see the other kid.

Alex really held his own in there.

- I don't support violence in this house.

- It wasn't in this house.

Don't get smart with me.

Pass the salad.

- So guess what?

- What's that, Jason?

I'm gonna write a letter

to John Wayne Gacy.

And who is John Wayne Gacy?

He's a psychotic murderer, Frank.

You don't know who

John Gacy is?

So why are you contacting

this psychotic murderer, Jason?

For my criminology class.

Cool.

Does he write his letters in blood?

Frank, are you hearing any of this?

Come on, Valerie,

what's the point?

Let him write the letter.

Probably won't even write back.

- I don't care. The answer is no.

- Valerie...

- No, I'm telling you...

- Dear Mr. Gacy,

my name is Jason Moss

and I'm an 18-year-old college student.

I'm writing because I thought you might

get bored or lonely where you are

and might want someone

to correspond with.

I've been seeing you on TV a lot lately

and I wanted

to talk to you directly

as I'm sure most of what the media

says about you is a lie.

At the moment I live at home

with my family.

And if they found out I was writing

to you, they'd probably kill me.

But my mom is pretty much against

everything I do anyways,

so what's the difference?

I have to admit that

I'm really not much of a student.

I barely graduated from high school,

so it's a miracle I even got into college.

But I'm just gonna go

for a year or so to appease my parents

and then when I can get

enough money together

I'll move out.

I can't wait.

At this point, I don't really know what

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