I wrote this in sort of a frenzy last night. So, I apologize if it seems like more of a ramble than a story.

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Are you ever just sitting there, poking around on the internet when you see a word or a name that takes you back to something you had COMPLETELY forgotten about? Well, it happened to me just a minute ago when I saw the name “Holmes”.

Okay, so a long, long time ago, I was hanging out with this guy my friends and I referred to as “The Happy Dancing Guy”. He was actually kind of a badass, but he had a soft spot for techno music and couldn’t refrain from dancing whenever he heard it. Oh well, we all have our vices.

So I was at his house one day and he had a bunch of his obnoxiously attractive friends over, and I don’t know how the conversation ended up on the one member of their crew who wasn’t there, Dominic, but it did. One of the guys threw his hands up in the air, got really tense, and then said something about how he, “never believed all that stuff about Dominic’s past.”

No one said anything else about it after that, and I wasn’t really one to pry.

Fast forward about 6 months.

I’m hanging out with a girlfriend of mine (the one who I robbed the strip club with), and one of her guy friends. She and I are shooting up, he’s getting high on crack and then we all decide to head to one of the male strip clubs downtown, Three Sisters. Her guy friend is the DJ there, so we get in free, have a few drinks and pick up one of his friends, who’s stage name was Damien. We all go back to my apartment, the boys smoke their crack, the girls shoot their crystal and eventually I end up in my bedroom with Damien to have sex. I want the light on, but he’s very adamant about having it off, so I give in. The sex was terrible, his dick was semi-flaccid and looked pointed in the small amount of light filtering in underneath the bedroom door from the hallway.

So after he busts, we both get dressed and wait for the other two to be done with their business in the living room. I turn the light on so he can smoke so more crack and we make small talk. Eventually I ask him his real name and he says, “Dominic”. He’s attractive enough that I consider for a moment he might be one of Happy Dancing Guy’s friends, but I forget it as soon and I hear my friend tell me it’s safe to come out.

The guys take off after that, and leave my friend and I alone to tweak in peace.

Fast forward about 2 years.

I’m living in a different place now, and I just got a new roommate a few weeks prior. We’re up getting high one night when she mentions she ran into her old flame Dominic the day before, and she wanted to know if it was okay if he came over. My response is, “Sure, why not?”.

So, she calls him and he promises to bring some dope if he can just come over and chill out for a bit.

When he arrives, I immediately recognize him as the crackhead male stripper I’d had terrible sex with 2 years prior. He recognizes me, too, but neither of us want my roommate to know we fucked, so we just do introductions. After talking to him for a minute, it comes out that he’s also friends with Happy Dancing Guy, and we start reminiscing about him and his crazy lifestyle. At one point, my roommate goes to the bathroom and it’s just me and Dominic alone in the living room. I ask him about that night we had sex, and he tells me he had been wondering the same thing about me.

Awkward silence.

In an attempt to break the silence, he asks me about a picture of my mom I have on display. He asks if it is, in fact, my mom. And then he remarks about how pretty she was in the picture. Luckily, my roommate returned to the room after that.

A few hours later, after Dominic leaves, my roommate mentions that she’d heard weird rumors about him a few months back. Something about how he’d killed someone when he was younger. I figured we should just Google it. AND OH MY GOD, we found numerous links to different articles about how Jonathan “Dominic” Coons (who later changed his last name to Holmes) was convicted for killing his mom when he was 16. He stabbed her 29 times in the chest, shoulder and back. HBO and PBS even collaborated for two different specials that featured Dominic. HBO’s version was titled, “Kids Who Kill”. I found an article that stated he only ever admitted killing her one time, after asking what it was like to kill his mom. He replied, “it was like stabbing a watermelon.”

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK.

Years ago when I originally searched, there were more articles available. Now, it’s limited to only a few. Most focus on a fraud investigation he was wanted in.

http://www.crimevictimsunited.org/measure94/cases/holmes.htm — This one is sort of cheesy.

http://www.nrtoday.com/article/20070214/REGIONALNEWS/70214004

http://www.anvil-media.com/archives/110103/pbs.htm

http://www.kptv.com/news/11170320/detail.html

http://www.kptv.com/news/10998681/detail.html