Welcome to True Crime Garage, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, thanks for listening.

I'm your host, the captain, and somebody that is with me never, from generation Y is

Nick drinking a Mika-lobe ultra-crime con here just in.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, it's good to be seen, and it's good to see you.

I'm happy to be seen myself, my friend.

On today's show I'll be drinking Guinness or what I'd like to call the adult protein shake.

It's my go-to beer.

When I used to drink beer, I was a Newcastle man.

There you go.

So Newcastle was always the in-between between a dark beer like Guinness, but it was always a

nice brown ale.

And if you're wondering where is the colonel?

Well, my friends, he's tied up in the basement, along with Aaron from generation Y, we decided

to do a little bit of a...

Wife swap, if you know what I mean.

Don't worry, we won't hurt him.

So let's gather around, grab a chair, grab a beer, and let's talk some true crime.

One day, July 31, 1966, 6.45pm, I don't understand what it is that compels me to type this

letter.

Perhaps it is to leave some vague reason for the actions I have recently performed.

I don't really understand myself these days.

I'm supposed to be an average, reasonable, and intelligent young man.

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