![“I would sit there looking at the heads on an over stuffed chair, tripping out on them on my bed, looking at them [when] one of them somehow becomes unsettled, comes rolling off the chair, very grisly. Tumbling down the chair, rolls across the cushion and hits the rug—‘bonk.’ The neighbor down stairs hates my guts. I’m always making noise late at night. He gets a broom and Whacks on the ceiling. ‘Buddy,’ I say, ‘I’m sorry for that, dropped my head, sorry.’ That helped me get through the depression. I would trip on that.” - Edmund Kemper](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls7ar1bndn1r125dno1_400.jpg)
“I would sit there looking at the heads on an over stuffed chair, tripping out on them on my bed, looking at them [when] one of them somehow becomes unsettled, comes rolling off the chair, very grisly. Tumbling down the chair, rolls across the cushion and hits the rug—‘bonk.’ The neighbor down stairs hates my guts. I’m always making noise late at night. He gets a broom and Whacks on the ceiling. ‘Buddy,’ I say, ‘I’m sorry for that, dropped my head, sorry.’ That helped me get through the depression. I would trip on that.” - Edmund Kemper
