While yesterday I managed to resist this sordid little tale from the Keystone state:
Franklin and the late groom-to-be, Billy Rafael Brewster, reportedly got into an argument that turned fatal in their apartment in Whitehall Township, PA., where they had been living for a year.
The cause of death was a stab wound, according to the Lehigh County coroner’s office. Brewster reportedly suffered two stab wounds to his left torso that resulted in a punctured heart. — NewsOne
….despite the temptation to title it “They Were Pronounced Man and Knife,” or, “Groom Suffers Heartbreak: Wedding Called Off,” a second PA-based story of love gone awry is just too much:
Vickie Jo Mills of Ayr Township, Pa., was arrested Thursday and charged with 10 counts of aggravated assault, 10 counts of simple assault and 10 counts of reckless endangerment after she told authorities she slipped Visine eye drops into the drinking water of her boyfriend, 45-year-old Thurman Edgar Nesbitt III.
Mills, who has a child with Nesbitt, told Pennsylvania State Police she put Visine drops, medicinally used to “get the red out” of eyes, into his drinking water 10 to 12 times since June 2009.
Nesbitt had been sick for years with symptoms such as nausea, vomiting and blood pressure and breathing problems, according to police. His doctor, Dr. Harry Johnston, alerted authorities in after detecting traces of tetrahydrozoline, a chemical found in eye drops, in Nesbitt’s blood tests. A follow up test at the police station showed Nesbitt had 49 nanograms per milliliter of tetrahydrozoline in his system, categorized by medical experts as “an extremely high level, according to the Record Herald newspaper.
Mills, according to an affidavit, “never meant to kill him [Nesbitt], only wanted him to pay more attention to her.” Gma.yahoo
These Pennsylvanians must be the spawn of Jerry Sandusky. Or maybe it’s just something in the water. Like Visine.
Madame Medicci’s explanation — I just wanted him to pay me more attention — straddles the border between tragedy and lunacy. I wonder if before she lit on the brilliant notion of making and keeping him violently ill, she tried anything less radical. You know, like talking to him or sucking his dick. I’ve heard these work. On the contrary, I’m pretty sure that most men, when experiencing nausea, vomiting, and problems breathing, tend to be even less attentive to their immediate environment, let alone other people.
Besides, after, say, the first two years with no improvement, isn’t it time to try something else? Maybe switch from Visine to the male equivalent of Spanish Fly? I suspect she thinks the Cuban embargo just needs a little more time, too. Stay the course.
What they say about Pennsylvania — Philly on the east, Pittsburgh to the west, and Kentucky in between — has been demonstrated yet again.