Back in sixth grade Tiffany and I did our annual English project on the subject of the criminally insane.  For the cover we took a series of photographs of strange men we met at movie theatres, malls, in parking lots, each being told to make an ‘interesting’ expression.  Some smiled, others scowled, grimaced, or blinked, and all were cut out and pasted in a grid.  It was our version of a police line up, anyway.   Since part of the project was to follow the past thirty years of research in the chosen area, this eliminated older applicable psychologists like Freud and Jung, leaving us instead with the criminally insane – Bundy and Berkowitz; they were the only two with their own biographies in the high school library.

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