THE DIARY OF A PSYCHO
This week a reader sent me in some notes from the private diaries of, he claims, a well-known fraudster who has been accused frequently of sexual abusing women.
Harris Black has been highlighted several times on this site.
Ten years has passed since these diary entries were allegedly written. Hopefully he has got over it.
They are all about date rape, humiliation and rape and murder of women.
It’s easy to see the attraction for him in Pattaya. The author of these letters appears to have a grudge against women.
Monday, February 6, 1995
JUST FINISHED TYPING MY ASSIGNMENT FOR RELIGION. IT WAS A 7 PAGE
REVIEW OF CHARIOTS OF FIRE, IT WASN’T TOO HARD. IT’S 7 AM NOW AND I’VE
BEEN UP FOR THE LAST 3 HOURS DOING THIS SHIT. I WON’T BE FRIENDS WITH —-
– ANYMORE. SHE WAS PROBABLY THE SHORTEST FRIEND I’VE EVER HAD. SHE CALLED
ME YESTERDAY TO TELL ME SOME BULLSHIT ABOUT THE WHOLE SCENE BEING LIKE
DATE RAPE. FUCK THAT SHIT. SHE SAID NO, IT’S TRUE BUT I’VE ALWAYS BEEN
TAUGHT THAT SOME PERSISTENCE HELPS AND ALSO WHEN WE WERE FUCKING, SHE
WAS MOVING HER HIPS IN A THRUSTING MOTION. SHE’S KVETCHING THAT I FORCED
HER BUT SHE COULD’VE ALWAYS WALKED OUT AND TOOK A CAB. IT’S JUST ANOTHER
CASE OF WOMEN FEELING OPPRESSED. I FELT GUILTY FOR A LITTLE WHILE AS SHE
RECOUNTED HOW IF SHE PRESSED CHARGES, THE PUBLICITY WOULD KILL ME. I KNOW
IT. EVEN IF I WON… ANYWAYS, SHE’S OUT OF MY LIFE. IT’S NOT TOO BAD BUT WE
ONLY KNEW EACH OTHER 1 WEEK. OH WELL. NICE ASS.
WELL, THAT’S ALL, I’M GONNA CORRECT MY PAPER AND CRASH OUT. (LATER)-> NOTHING TOO INSPIRING TODAY. I STUDIED AT ANNA’S FOR THE DAY AND THEN WENT TO SCHOOL. I TOLD ANNA ABOUT SLEEPING WITH —–. SHE WAS COOL ABOUT IT. THEN I WORKED OUT AND THIS WAS MY DAY. I WAS A BIT LONELY TONIGHT. HAVEN’T BEEN TOO HORNY
GOOD MORNING! MOM AND DAD ARE LEAVING TO FLORIDA FOR 1 WEEK THIS
THURSDAY AND I CAN’T WAIT. CHICO PISSED IN MY BED THIS MORNING. ANNA AND
MONDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1995-
THAT LAST ENTRY WAS INTERRUPTED BY SAM’S FRIENDS WHO KEPT POPPING
INTO THE ROOM JUST AS I HAD SOMETHING TO WRITE HERE. ANYWAYS, THEY’RE
GONE NOW. I WENT SKIING WITH DANIELLE TO ST. SAUVER TODAY. THERE WERE
QUITE A FEW PEOPLE THERE ACTUALLY. WE WENT TO VIP AFTERWARDS. I REALLY
“I would rape and beat her. I would like to behead her”
I WAS JUST SNOOZING FOR A BIT BUT WAS DISTURBED BY THOUGHTS OF
????????????? . I DON’T KNOW WHY I DREAM OF KILLING HER? I SIT HERE AND
IMAGINE TORTURING HER AT LENGTH AND THEN DEPOSITING HER BODY IN A LAKE
WITH HER FEET CHAINED TO A HEAVY ROCK! THIS IS ABSURD AND TROUBLING BUT
IT’S SO CLEARLY. I FELT MYSELF SLIP INTO A DAZE WHERE I DON’T REALLY KNOW
HOW MUCH TIME HAD SLIPPED BY WHEN I REALIZED HOW CAUGHT UP I WAS
GETTING INTO IT.
I WAS THINKING THAT STRANGLING HER IN MY CAR WOULD BE TOO RISKY
BECAUSE SHE COULD KICK OUT A WINDOW AND I’D POSSIBLY BE DISCOVERED. I
THINK THAT BOOK “AMERICAN PSYCHO” HAD SOME EFFECT ON ME.
I DON’T KNOW, MAYBE I’VE GROWN MORE ANTAGONISTIC TOWARDS WOMEN AS I AGE. I’D LIKE TO MARRY EVENTUALLY AND I KNOW I HAVE THE CAPACITY TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND.
BUT I CAN DESPISE THE CRUELTIES THAT WOMEN CAN INFLICT. I WAS THINKING ABOUT FORCING ???????? INTO A CHAMBER AND RECORDING HER. I WOULD MAKE HER SHIT AND EAT IT.
I WOULD RAPE AND BEAT HER. I WOULD LIKE TO BE-HEAD HER AND SEND IT TO MAYOR BERNARD LANG FOR NOT PUTTING MORE COPS AT THE INTERSECTIONS OF GUELPH & PARKHAVEN EVEN AFTER I HAD EAGERLY REQUESTED
WHY ????????? WELL, I SUPPOSE THE OLDER SHE GETS, THE MORE CONFIDENT
AND ARROGANT SHE BECOMES.
I THINK THAT I’VE COMMITTED SO MANY MISDEMEANOURS THAT HAVE ALWAYS GONE UNNOTICED IN MY YOUTH. NOW IT’S TIME FOR A NEW ACCOMPLISHMENT ON A HIGHER LEVEL. I FEEL THAT SOME PEOPLE CANNOT GO ON BEHAVING THIS WAY. NOT AS LONG AS I CAN WITNESS THIS BEHAVIOUR AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
“I would love to kill someone”
COULD SHE BE KILLED NOW? WHERE WOULD I BRING HER? EVEN IF I RENTED A
PLACE, THE NOISE WOULD GIVE ME AWAY SO I WOULD HAVE TO STUN HER AND
BRING HER UP TO THE COUNTRY! I WOULD LOVE TO KILL SOMEONE.
I ALWAYS NEED A NEW MEMORY. BUT I’M AFRAID OF THE MENTAL CONSEQUENCES THIS COULD HAVE ON ME. IF, AFTER ALL, A BOOK HAD INFLUENCED ME TO DESPISE AND WANT TO KILL WOMEN, WHAT EFFECTS COULD THE ACTUAL KILL DO?
WOULD I WANT TO BECOME A REPEAT OFFENDER? I THINK I’M BEGINNING TO LOOK CREEPY. MY HAIR IS THINNING AND I LOOK UNHEALTHY AND SPOOKY.
Saturday, December 14, 1996 (2:23am).
HAD A NICE DAY TODAY. MARIE JOSE AND I PLAYED RACQUETBALL AT LASALLE (suburb of Montreal) FOR AWHILE.
I ENJOYED IT FOR THE MOST PART BECAUSE SHE HAS SUCH A NICE ASS.
THEN WE CAME BACK HERE AND I MADE HER LUNCH.
I DIDN’T SIGN ANY NEW CLIENTS TODAY AND I RECEIVED A DISTRESSING CALL FROM THE SUBURBAN.
APPARENTLY, THEY HAVE BEEN RECEIVING SEVERAL COMPLAINTS FROM PEOPLE ABOUT LACK OF SERVICE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT. IT MUST BE ALL THOSE WOMEN WHO I’VE OFFERED JOBS FOR SEX. I DENIED THE CHARGES. IF THERE’S 1 MORE
COMPLAINT, THE AD MAY BE YANKED. GULP!