Memorial Day Weekend when all the cops were on South Beach trying to make African-American vacationers inconvenienced and uncomfortable, across the bridge a homeless man was being eaten alive. You have probably heard of this on your local news coverage. It is all anyone spoke about in Miami for a solid week as many compared it to a zombie apocalypse.
What I’ve heard from many disreputable sources is that a divorced, former football player got jacked up on a drug called bath salts. These drugs made him feel very hot and so he took off his clothes. While naked he got in a fight with an older, homeless man and began eating his face. The police showed up and told the naked cannibal to stop eating. The cannibal did not stop. The police shot him in the chest and the cannibal still continued to bite into the homeless man’s face. Finally he was shot to death, but most terrifying the homeless man is still alive.
You can find pictures of his face on the internet. I advise against it. It is beyond gruesome. With his eyeball digested in a corpse it does not even look like a face.
When I was a kid I checked out a book from the library about circus side show attractions. Included was a photograph of John Merrick, the Elephant Man. He was so severely deformed, his photograph made me anxious when I just thought about it. The victim of the cannibal attack who is still alive has replaced the Elephant Man at the apex of my pyramid for sympathy.
I know life is precious and modern medicine can do amazing things, but if that attack happened to me I would beg for death. It keeps me awake at night thinking of this poor guy and the depravity of the human soul. I know many blame the attack on the drugs, but there had to be something dark and twisted already lurking inside this cannibal to do something so vicious to another human being. And what scares me more is there are probably others like him who just need a trigger to inflict the worst kind of pain.