Slaughter on North Lasalle

Lying face up on the red and pink shag rug, hands and ankles bound was the body of James Barker, a huge pool of blood from what appeared to be gaping cuts across his throat circled his head.

Sprawled face down on the bed, pieces of torn cloth binding his hands behind him and his ankles together lay Robert Henson.

The coroner in his examination could see that all three of the men had been gripped by their hair to stretch their necks taut. Before their throats were slit.

The theory that organized crime had contracts assigned to have the three men killed, their throats were slashed ear to ear, has support among some detectives who believe there also may be a mob tie-in with the unsolved murder last March of Indianapolis salesman John C. Terhorst.

these guys were spending money they weren't making, and we couldn't understand where that money was coming from.

I wrote a book about a little boy named North who didn't feel appreciated by his parents, declared himself a free agent and went all over the world offering his services as his son to the highest bidding set of parents.

So I write the book for Random House and I got the manuscript. Now, Rob Reiner had hosted the third SNL ever. I send him the manuscript just for a blurb for the book jacket.

He said, you know, I'm a director now and I'm going, no kidding. He did. Harry would say when Harry met Sally, a few good men, few good. He said, I'd like to do this as a movie.

I hated this movie. Hated, hated, hated, hated this movie. Hated it, hated every simpering, stupid, vacant audience and so the moment of it, hated the sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the implied insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would actually be entertained by it.