Hey, Deadtime Story Ends. It's Skyler Fasten out Jones here, the host
and creator of the original Deadtime Stories. I know it's been quite some time
since we last spoke to each other with new content. This past year has
been pretty rough so far, and unfortunately I felt the need to jump in
this week to give you an update that I really never want to give anybody.
Unfortunately, this past weekend, we lost somebody very important to the not
only the Dead Time Stories family, but my personal family and a lot of
my close friends as well. Tracy Zailes, who is not only a wonderful
human being, but wrote and created our theme music as well as the theme
music for our other podcast, Cocktail Ballerina, passed away this past Sunday,
and I just kind of wanted to jump in let all of you know,
because she is somebody who was such a beautiful person, a beautiful kind soul,
always so respectful and kind to me, the first person to reach out
and make sure that you know, she knew that if you needed a friend,
she was there. A couple of years ago, she randomly texted myself
and my husband, Daniel Fastonel Jones, just letting us know, Hey,
I have this file here, you guys totally don't have to use it.
I just got inspired this weekend and wanted to just put together a little something
for Dead Time Stories, and it was our theme music. And after listening
to it once, I said, this is perfect. This is amazing.
This is the most beautiful thing that anybody's ever done for me. Just out
of the kindness of her heart, she just created our theme music. And
it's been hard for me to say goodbye, and I just kind of felt
the need to pay my respects to her and whatever way I could. And
the first thing that I thought of was just kind of letting all of you
know, I'm just kind of putting it out there that we lost a wonderful,
amazing person this weekend. And this is probably one of the closest people
to me that I've ever had to say goodbye too. So it's been a
lot for me to process. But one of the things that I've just learned
is to just never take life for granted. You would think that running a
true crime podcast, I would learn that by now, but I guess having
something so close to home happen changes your perspective on things. So life is
precious and just make sure that you tell your loved ones how much you love
them and how important they are to you, because you just you never know
what's going to happen. Life can throw a lot at us, So take
care of yourselves, make sure that your loved ones know that you love them,
and make sure that you know that you love yourself. Take good care
of yourself. And for Tracy, I do want to get back into things,
keep pushing. Like I said, this past year has been rough for
me and I've kind of put dead times in my other podcasts on hold,
so out of respect for Tracy and the work that she put into this podcast,
I want to get back into researching and keep making content for you guys,
So hopefully we can be back with each other soon. But in the
meantime, I wanted to leave you guys with our first episode where we used
her music, and so give it a listen. And Tracy, we all
love you so so much and thank you for being one of the kindest,
most beautiful souls ever to walk this earth. Love you. New Orleans' French
Quarter was in the midst of a pleasant sunny afternoon on October seventeenth, two
thousand and six. Guess that The Omni Royal Orleans Hotel, cooled off from
the seventy seven degree day with a gentle breeze. On the seventh floor rooftop
bar, a live band played as they enjoyed drink after drink. One man
stood by the bar with a cigarette quivering in his fingers. Another check on
the rocks. Brother, Yeah, make it a double. He'd been there
since about four o'clock. It was nearly eight now, three books. Leave
the tab open? Yeah, man, thanks. He slowly sipped the drink
between pubs of his cigarette, and then walked up the concrete steps to a
viewing platform that looked out over the Mississippi. The band finished their last number
and started to pack up. Guests had closed their tabs for the evening as
it was starting to get chilly and Bourbon Street was calling, but one check
was still open and the owner wasn't in sight. The bartender turned to the
band, Hey, Bud, you see that taga You know, the one
six foot million blond hair. The band leader frowned, shook his head,
and walked to the elevator. Dan asshole skip paying fine, lucky drunk.
The curious bartender walked to the railing to see what the commotion was. A
man appeared to be passed out in the street. That wouldn't be terribly uncommon
in New Orleans, but there was a slight problem. That's the fucking parking
garage roof gud must have phone fo floors. Somebody called the front desk,
who notified police, and soon Detective Tom Morovitch Junior and his team roped off
this scene. Yep, he's a twenty nine s all right code first suicide.
It was a clean death. Other than twisted hips and a small pottle
of blood, not much damage was done. Hold on, well, it's
this. Detective Morovitch reached into the corpse's front pocket and retrieved an envelope and
set of dog tags. On the front of the envelope was a note police
size only. Huh, this is no accident. Wait is this a joke?
Guys talking about another corpse on North Ramp. This simple suicide was about
to take a turn into true crime legend. Welcome to the third season of
Dead Time Stories. Zach Bowen was an awkward teenager, taller than all of
his classmates, with large feet and baby fat. His mom, Laurie smiled
from the kitchen as he trudged into their small home. There's my homecoming king.
Nope, didn't get it. I got nervous and made an ass out
of myself. He slumped into his seat and grabbed a cookie with a frown.
My grade shuck, and everyone knows I'm a clown. I should live
a dad for a while. I need to reset. Oh no, Zach,
your dad's a loser. He's not the role model you need. Laurie's
ex husband, Jack was often between jobs and rarely saw Zach or his brother
Jed. He divorced Laurie in nineteen ninety, but this didn't deter Zack from
moving in with him and living a nomadic life feet. Ultimately, Zach ended
up in New Orleans, and while school didn't work out for him, his
body finally did. Zach was no longer a teenager with baby fat. He
was a hunk, and bar managers knew that he could easily rope in customers.
Next thing Zach knew he was passing drinks to tourists through the go cup
windows enter Lana's shoepack. Hey y'all want a hanger Knight? Happy hour prices
rut in side? Oh, how much are you during happy hours, Zach
blushed as the woman waked. Three days later, the eighteen year old found
himself on a date with the twenty eight year old. Of course, at
the time, Lana didn't know Zach was barely legal. So you live in
here traveling, I'll learned rat quick how to be a stripper and nailed down
the peak seasons of topless bars across the country. You ever consider staying.
Lana looked into his big eyes and nervously brushed her hair back. Poor go,
I don't know he's a thing. It would take several pleading phone calls,
but Laana eventually moved to New Orleans. When she found out how much
older she was than Zach, she started to have second thoughts. But then
ship she found out she was pregnant. Laana kept the news from Zach for
a while, afraid the young father would run, and it was a fair
fear to have because Zach was truly conflicted. Hello, hey, mom,
I'm going to cut to the chase. Remember that stripper, Well, she's
pregnant. I know it really messed things up after dropping out of school and
stuff, but I don't know what to do. I don't know what to
tell you, honey, either you stay and help her raise it or leave
now and forever wonder what became of it. I'll stay and pick up another
gig so she has money. I love your mom will be On July thirteenth,
nineteen ninety seven, Jackson was born. Zach kept his promise and picked
up a job with benefits. He also made space for Lana and the baby
in his apartment, but wanted to do more. One night, as the
couple on wound, Zach turned to Laana and said, you want health insurance.
If we're married, I can give you insurance. Zach and Lawna tied
the knot on October tenth, nineteen ninety eight, in Jackson Square, and
it wasn't a moment too soon either, as they found out right before the
wedding that they were expecting another child. Their daughter, Lily, was born
on June twelfth, nineteen ninety nine. Zach rubbed his eyes as he dropped
another utility bill. He had earned a ged, but knew he needed to
do something other than bartend Oh, what's on your mind, handsome? What
if I enlisted in the army, Think about a babe, I'd get better
benefits and it's not like there's a war or anything. It was settled,
and soon Zach shipped out to Geese and Germany. Zach was placed in the
five hundred and twenty seventh and loved it. Being a musician, he often
played music for his comrades. Who Wars five hundred twenty seventh's being sent to
Kosovo effect of January tenth peacekeeping mission. Kosovo was dramatically different than Gieson.
Although Zach tried to keep spirits high, it was hard. While uncovering mass
graves in spring two thousand and one, Zach was on patrol when a curious
Albanian girl approached him. WHOA, hey there you hungry? Yeah, my
mom sent me this. Zach candid the little girl a candy bar and watched
as she skipped off. A Serbian officer watched her too. Zach patrolled again
the next day. Ah shit, damn, boots are too small, he
winced as he took off the shoes. That's the worst case at Hammer too,
I've ever seen I'm sure all she worse than this. You've seen that
little girl today. She's always playing out here. The soldier went pale.
They didn't tell you some Albanian murdered her whole family. I guess she was
seen with an American. Oh, I mean she interacted with all of us.
Don't beat yourself up. Naturally. This messed with Zach and he grew
much more reserved. In May, the five hundred and twenty seventh returned to
Geeson, where Zach received hammer toe surgery. It was a welcomed gift when
they sent him back to New Orleans to recover. Bean Home gave Zach the
chance to convince Laana to file the transfer paperwork so the family could join him
in Geeson. Once his recovery was over, Laana, Jack and Lily joined
him in Germany. Good Morning America was in progressed in the East Coast and
the Midwest, but were joined by the entire network. Just to show you
some pictures at the foot of New York City. This is at the World
Trade Center. Obviously a major fire there and there has been some sort of
explosion. We don't fully know the details. There's one report, as yet
unconfirmed, that a plane has hit the World Trade Center. There is look.
God said, come look at this side of the building. Oh my
god, it looks like a second plane. It's just hit. When Zach
and Lana heard about the September eleventh attacks, they were terrified and confused.
Lana's stomach churned when President Bush announced that America was going to war with a
and the five hundred and twenty seventh would be the first shipped out. It
was a long journey, but by the summer of two thousand and three,
Zach found himself in Saddam Hussein's abandoned palace. Zach wentz to see massage to
foot. Here's our guy, lucky bastard. You wouldn't believe the places I
got sand in today. Zach gave a weary smile as his friend Rachel Bosfeld
entered hammerto bag and over again. Yeah, so much for surgery. I'm
tired of being there back office, bitch. I want to get out there
with the rest of the gang. Well, those are the bricks, get
it. Got a letter for you. It looks like it's from your lady
friends, Zach. I've developed hepatitisy. I could be treated in Geyson,
but recovery will make it hard to take care of the kids. The road
Cross and my doctor have sent letters to your commanding officer encouraging him to discharge
you. Please do what you can. I need you, Lana. Zach
stumbled outside and explained the situation to his superiors. Sorry, Bowen, but
the answer is no, we need you more than she does. Zach slumped
down and tried not to show his emotions, but jumped as a small hand
tapped his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, an Iraqi boy was staring
at him. What's this coca cola? The boy's family poked their heads out
of their store, and the wife motioned for Zach to drink. Thank you.
This happened repeatedly. In an exchange for the boy's kindness, Zach taught
him English. For the moment, it was a brief period of joy,
and then who was all stripped away? In late October, Rachel became the
victim of a mortar attack, and shortly after the Iraqi family who brought Zach
Zoda perished when their home was blown up. When Zach returned to Geese in
that November, he was a changed and it's all a joke. There aren't
weapons of mass destruction. Everything happens for a reason. Why the fuck was
I left behind? Why my friends were killed? If I wasn't needed,
then they should let me come take care of you. Zach found that his
passion for the army was gone and thought that his only way out was to
fail his PT tests. Oh, when you've been performing below the below average
percentile for nearly a year. Now, that is why we are giving you
a general discharge under honorable conditions. Then I don't get health benefits. Zach
felt himself tumbling downhill. Not only did he feel responsible for the loss of
close friends, but now his reason for joining the army was dashed away.
Too. Furious that Zach wouldn't give her a straightforward answer about the discharge,
Lana returned to New Orleans ahead of him. Zach joined her in December two
thousand and four, and Lana didn't waste time telling him it's over. I'm
seeing someone new. Zach had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact
that Lana just didn't want to be with him anymore, and, in his
defense, the couple never even officially divorced. So Zach grew his hair out
then once again became a bartender. When Zach arrived late for his shift,
Addie Hall, the girl he was replacing, rolled her eyes. That fucking
time New gay let me make it up to you. I could buy you
a few shots tomorrow. Addie flopped her dirty rag down on the bar and
shrugged, I'll think about it. Zach took her spot behind the bar as
the second bartender chuckled, don't worry. She gives guys. She likes hale.
It's her tiss to see whether you can handle her or not. Zach
looked out the window and couldn't help but grin as the blonde leapt onto her
bike. She caught him staring and sneered as she rode off. I hope
you're an asshole at it on a date? Asshole? It's not the Addie
liked jerks, She just seemed to get stuck with them and found herself in
a never ending cycle of abuse. As a child, she was sexually abused
and had her first uti before thirteen. For all this darkness, Addie tried
to create a light with her fiery personality. No shit, the drunks really
thought your mannequin was pukin? Sure did. Some guy even massaged her back
until his wife showed up. Why do you have a mannequin? Anyway?
I liked to show, but I really don't want to be a poet and
a dancer. I get it when I picked up a drumstick, I needed
to be in a band. Zach gently took ADDIE's hand in his and smiled.
For perhaps the first time in a while, Addie felt safe with Zach
holding her. Okay, there's my friend caps over here. This is my
boyfriend, Zach, Zach. This is Capriccio. Debellis nice to meet you,
man. ADDIE's talking not stop about you? So what are we drinking
a night? Capriccio became a fast friend for Zach. Perhaps two thousand and
five is going to be the year for his life to finally turn around.
Wait a second, can you turn that TV up? The bartender shrugged and
grabbed the remote as Ray Nagan, who was New Orleans mayor at the time,
stepped behind a podium. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the real deal.
If you have been asleep for a minute, there is a major,
major hurricane that has New Orleans and Louisiana in its sights. Saturday the beginnings
of a math exodus from New Orleans. And while these folks are getting out
of town early, many of their neighbors to the east and along the Gulf
Coast haven't made up their minds. They're still hoping Katrina will turn I don't
need to share how devastating Hurricane Katrina was. While most of the city evacuated,
several French Quarter residents chose to stay behind since their homes were spared.
Zach and Daddy were two of these residents. Despite the fact that Lana opened
her doors for them, Addie had no desire to stay with her and Zach
didn't want to leave his new girlfriend. Wow, how much damage other than
a few down tree looms? Sure it is pretty am When was the last
time you saw the French Quarter deserted? To some, they would be ominous
to see a town devoid of life. For Zach and Addy, it was
about to become a glorious camping trip. At the time, they had no
idea that over eighty percent of the city was underwater, or that more than
eighteen hundred people had died, And while more than twelve thousand residents found themselves
trapped in the superdome, Zach and Addie were building a utopia. Glad we
got the street cleared. Now we have room for the barbecue. Whoa easy,
Bessy y'all. Hey, swirl, can you join the party? I
brought beer, and as these neighborhood cookouts became quite common, Katrina was a
prime example of a natural disaster bringing people closer together. I think everybody went
home. Zach, should we take everything? And sad? Zach turned to
Addie and smiled, You look sexy in the moonlight. Nobody was around to
care if the couple had sex in the middle of the street, so if
the feeling was right, Zach and Addie would go for it. Wow,
Zach, look at that. Addie pointed up to the heavens. I've never
seen so many stars. It's beautiful. It wasn't all fun and games,
of course, without any type of law enforcement, it soon became every person
for themselves. When supplies ran out, Addie and Zach would borrow some from
stores. Since you never knew who or what you'd encounter, it was always
best to travel in numbers. Wait there and watch the box. Addie crept
through the aisle, grabbing any canned good or beer left when suddenly, quite
Sweetie, your trust passon. That'll cost you. It's been a while since
oh tasted pussy, and you ain't getting to today go sick startled, Zach
hopped on his bike and peddled as fast as he could. What happened back
there? It sounded like you screamed, It's nothing, I'm fun Sensing her
hostility, Zach ended the conversation. All right, everyone say get back.
It took six days for officers to show, and when they finally patrolled the
quarter, Addie ensured her apartment was safe because she'd flashed the officers before long,
a steady flow of cops passed outside of her home. Oh no,
what's that noise? When Zach looked out the window one morning, he saw
army officers patrolling the streets in an attempt to help any holdouts. One officer
looked up and waved, but Zach couldn't wave back, right, little girl.
Seeing members of the army on his own street made him nauseous. It
reminded him of what he saw us, his failure in Iraq. My New
Orleans family. Guess the powers back. Ladies and gentlemen, It is safe
to return to your homes. Shit, I don't want him back here.
The mping trip was over on September nineteenth, two thousand and five. Residents
returned to the devastated city. Hello, Oh, so I guess you did
survive the storm. I saw the news article about you and that girl and
thought for sure it wasn't my Zach. Oh no, no, no,
my Zach would have called and checked if me and his kids needed money.
The kids, okay, I want to see them, But no, sir,
you don't get to see them when it's convenient for you. I'll meet
you at the corner bar and we'll discuss it. Zach showed up as promised.
Addie doesn't want to see you. I don't want to be her friend,
but if you want to split custody of the kids, I need to
meet her. On, Zach, I'm mad at you for me, Naddy,
don't we both moved on. I'm mad because you abandoned your kids in
crisis. I'll send money and get Addie to come out. Like road Rangel
in traffic from way to nine. How the meeting go? Lana wants you
to meet the kids. ADDIE's eyes lit up last Really, Oh, what
says are they? I'll go to Walmart. I'm getting something nass for them
to wear. This would be fun process. Zach was pleasantly surprised because he
had expected the exact opposite reaction, but when they met up with Lanna Jackson
and Lily, Addie refused to interact with them, and when the kids came
over, forget about it. Zach had to get a hotel room for him
and the children. Zach was starting to realize the romance of Hurricane Katrina was
over and Addie wasn't as sweet as he thought she was. By the start
of two thousand and six, Addie and Zach found themselves with new jobs.
Addie picked up another bartending gag and Zach delivered groceries on his bike from Matassas.
Both made decent tips, but this extra money tempted at them with drugs
and booze. Did you grab an eight ball from Squirrel? Yeah? Look,
shit still owes as the rent money we gave him. Did you act
like a bitch? Fuck you? Yeah, screamed at him, and I'll
do it again. Who cares. Zach and ADDIE's friends began noticing a vicious
cycle with their relationship. The couple would fight, Addie would kick Zach out,
both would fall into a depression, and within a few days they'd be
back together again. When it became so commonplace that they'd break up, then
reconcile within a few hours. Friends worried the constant fights might have been why
Zach started turning to other means of satisfaction. Got your favorite beer tag him?
So what does Zach Bowen want with a real estate mogul like me?
I don't know. I mean, I'm not like gay, but you know
I'm a little by Yeah, I mean I've had a few guys sucked me
off and things aren't working with Addie. So but look, no one in
the quarter knows the shot of my show say no more. I can keep
a secret. As fate has it, Zach's boyfriend shared the same drug dealer
as him, Squirrel. When Squirrel found out about Zach's sexuality, he promised
he'd keep his secret. But somewhere or another, Addie found out and was
furious. Addie grabbed hold of Zach's phone one day and meticulously went through every
female's number. Hey babe, just want to ton't let you know? You
might want to go to the doctor. I'm gay and got aids L O
L. She then deleted their numbers from his phone. It's a lay more.
You're gonna pay me back for the toilet I had to hire a plumber
for because if not, I ain't paying rent, then I'll be a victim.
You who was that your boyfriend? I told you that was temporary?
Is that an eviction notice? Yep? Fucking landlords retaliating for the toilet.
This is great. We're gonna have a fresh start in a new apartment.
We'll start hunting tomorrow. Luck was on their side. On October two,
they stumbled upon a one bedroom apartment on Rampart Street, directly above the Voodoo
Temple. The landlord, Leo Watermeyer, showed them around, and being in
a tight situation, they took it. There was no lease because in post
Katrina New Orleans, anyone with enough money to put down a deposit in first
month's rent was seen as trustworthy. Little did Leo know the drama he had
just walked into. Come in, I need a lease in money? Is
there any particular reason? I just need it? Okay? Seeing the fire
in her eyes, Leo quickly drew up a six month lease on yellow legal
pad paper, and no more than five minutes later, Leo waltermin Yo,
it's Zach, dude. Did you just sign a six month lease with Addie?
Yes, sir, Damn, she's gonna toss me out. I'm about
to be homeless. Man, you gotta come over and fix this. Leo
rushed over and found Zach and Addie arguing in the stairwell. Leo, I
have to be on this lease alone. I caught this piece of shit cheating
on me with a man WHOA What you do in the bedroom is none of
my business. Look, young man, her name is on the lease and
she handed me the deposit. You'll have to work this out with her.
Leo left, and Zach took the day to think his life over. As
he sat on the couch, he shook his head. You're a failure,
Zack Bowen. You were kicked out of the military, abandon your kids,
and now you're homeless because of a coked out bitch. Why the hell are
you still here? You in one of those dark moods because of that little
girl you got killed in Iraq. We don't know what caused Zach to snap,
but something inside of him finally collapsed. You fucking crackhead. You screw
me out of a home. According to note Zach left in ADDIE's journal at
about one in the morning on October fifth, two thousand and six. He
strangled her to death, which takes us back to the beginning as Detective Morovich
read over Zach's suicide. Note this is not accidental. I had to take
my own one to play for the one I took. If you sent a
patrol card at eight twenty six North Rampart, we're here about Addie. There's
no woman here. ADDIE's one of my newest tenants. I can take you
to her home if you'd like. You'll find the dismember corpse of my girlfriend
Addie in the oven, on the stove, and in the fridge, along
with full documentation on the both of us, and a full sign confession for
myself. The keys in my right front pocket are for the gates. Call
Leo Watermeyer to let you in. Zach bowing. He left the air conditioning
on sixty. It's like a meat locker in here, and no smell.
He did a good job cleaning up the blood. Oh God. When the
detectives turned on the kitchen light, they were greeted by two pots, just
like Zach had said. What the hell is that? Morevich that my friend
is a set of hands and feet. This front pot appears to be ahead.
We'll send it to the corner. Make sure to Zach had cut off
ADDIE's hair and charred the body so badly that it would take some time to
confirm it was truly hers. Should we do what that note said? The
officer pointed up to the ominous black letters spray painted above the stove. Look
in the oven, all right? Then? Here are her arms and legs,
and and is that seasoning? There's potatoes next to the stove. Maybe
he had a nice meal of her. Excuse me, I need some mayo.
Detective Morovich went outside to gather his thoughts. He would later say it
was one of the worst crime scenes he had ever entered. It's a mess
in there, beer cans and cigarettes everywhere. Gee, Zach, what did
you do? When Zach awoke the morning after the murder, he felt like
shit. Addie, get up, well, you gotta work. According to
his journal, Zach had sex with the corpse. I can't come firm or
deny if this happened, as some officers told newspapers and autopsy showed it was
a lie. Well, others said in documentaries that it was true. I'll
let you choose to believe what you want. Zach eventually put on sunglasses and
mounted his bike for his shift at Matassa's. Hey man, whoa, someone
had a long night? Everything okay? Nah, caps Addie left me moved
back to Durham. That sounds like Eddie. When Zach got back to the
apartment, he stared at the corpse. It took him four days to figure
out what to do with Addie. He had the weekend off work. But
shit, hey Lana, Hey, Zach, did you forget you had the
kids this weekend? Yeah? Listen, I'm gonna give you six hundred bucks
for the child here, and I'm gonna need the weekend to get and get
our new apartment set up for them. Can we switch weekends? Well,
that's fine, but is Addie really okay with them coming? Addie? Oh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she won't. She won't mind having them
here. Great, we'll see you next weekend. Zach worked tirelessly throughout the
night. He placed Addie inside the bathtub and then hacked her up. His
goal was to remove the flesh from the bone, which is why he placed
her in the oven. Oh. When the smell became overwhelming, he turned
the oven off and blasted the ac. That Monday, he went to Matassa's
for his final shift. When he came back and saw ADDIE's rotting corpse,
shock finally took over and he decided to take his own life. But before
he did, he wrote everything he had done in ADDIE's journal, which is
why investigators were able to sew thoroughly piece the night together. Zach also had
fifteen hundred bucks so decided to spend it on drugs, alcohol, and strippers.
On Wednesday, October eleventh, nearly a week after murdering Addie, Capriccio
called Zach, Hey, Caps, what's up? Hey man heard you haven't
been working a few days. You're good. You're the only one that's checked
enimy Caps. That means a lot. I'm gonna come buy Matasses in a
few hours. Let's go out and party. Zach picked Capriccio up and took
him to the strip club, but he didn't have any fun. Zach was
blocked out by the time they got together, and all Capriccio could think about
was being home with his new girlfriend. Listen, man, this has been
fun, but I would early shift tomorrow. Thank I'll call it in that
alright, I don't, but listen, Cap, I gotta tell you some
So listen, harn, I'm not who everybody thinks I am. I have
a persona that I present. You mean that you present a certain persona when
you're bartending, and that's how you get your customers to come back. Yeah,
like that. The last time Zach saal Capriccio was when he bartended a
party for him. Shortly after this encounter, after finalizing his suicide note,
Zach lit a cigarette and burned himself twenty eight times, one scar for every
miserable year that I've been on this earth. After drowning his sorrows at the
Omni Royal or Leans rooftop bar, Zach walked up to the viewing platform.
Security cameras showed him walking to the ledge again and again before he finally tossed
himself over at eight thirty pm. Zach and ADDIE's friends were devastated by the
news, though some weren't entirely surprised. Capriccio had had a bad feeling in
his gut after Zach told him. Addie returned to her hometown. Lana had
mixed feelings. Part of her was angry at Zach for murdering someone and leaving
her and the kids behind, and the other part was happy because it showed
he felt remorse for his actions. New Orleanans were also stunned, and it
didn't take long for them to include the story of Zach and Addie on their
ghost tours. The couple lived above a voodoo temple, after all, it
was too good of a coincidence not to include in their stories. I'll make
my opinion very blunt on this one. Saying that Zach killed Addie because he
was under a demonic voodoo spell is absolute horseshit and completely disrespectful. Voodoo,
after all, is about healing. Zach suffered from PTSD and depression. Remember
when he served in the army, not one but two children were murdered,
presumably because they interacted with him. He saw this and nearly everything else he
did as a failure, and ADDIE's abusive behavior pushed him over the edge.
It doesn't make what he did right, but to me, it's the only
explanation for what happened. Love Like a Hurricane was written, narrated, and
edited by me Skyler Fastonel, and produced by Daniel Jones. Voice talent today
was provided by Walker Barnes, Taylor Shirty Tamra Perry, Jordan Catcher, Alan
Anthony Morion, Maissippistne, Jeremy Staple, Matt McNelly, and Daniel Jones.
Our Gorge's new theme song was written and performed by Tracy Zailes. Our recording
engineer was Chelsea Bray. Thank you for joining us on our third season premiere
on the fifteenth anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. I don't think I have to tell
anybody that Hurricane Katrina was not the only hurricane to ever unleash it's devastation on
America. If you've been listening to the news, you probably already know that
Hurricane Laura recently made landfall, and so a percentage of proceeds from this episode
we'll go to the victims of Hurricane Laura. If you enjoyed listening to this
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will make you avoid cemeteries more than you probably already do. Until then,
stay safe out there. I don't want you to become the next chapter's topic.
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