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Ted Bundy was well-liked by many fellow death row inmates. James Doug McCray, who has been on death row for 14 years, and Bruno, who has been on death since October 1987 said they liked Bundy and enjoyed living in cells next to him. McCray lived next to Bundy for about two years, while Bruno was housed next to Bundy for six months.

Bruno said he and Bundy would play handball together in the prison exercise yard, and Bundy always was respectful to Bruno’s relatives when they came to visit. 

Although the inmates never discussed Bundy’s cases with him, McCray and Bruno said they were surprised to hear him confess to being a killer.

« I find it hard to believe — it’s not the same Ted Bundy, » Bruno said. « Even when he started confessing to all these things, I couldn’t believe it. »

McCray found Bundy to be witty and bright rather than the killer he confessed to be.

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The Disaster Artist (2017)

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@thephanbee

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I am laughing so much I put polish on wooden floors to make them look shiny in 2016 hahha #slidingeverywhere

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Was Ted ever known to be over protective/jealous/possessive of any of his girlfriends?

He was extremely jealous and possessive with Liz. If you read The Phantom Prince (pdf link) you’ll get a good idea! 

From I’m Not Guilty by Al Carlisle :

“During the early summer of 1973, Liz was growing weary of Ted’s lack of commitment to their relationship. Liz accepted an invitation to help a man sail his catamaran followed by a bicycle trip in Victoria, British Columbia. Ted was extremely irate and depressed, and he wrote her a series of love letters, again telling Liz how much he loved her and needed her. Ted was distraught by Liz’s lack of loyalty to him, despite his own unfaithfulness. He was extremely insecure and the thought of being alone terrified him. She called off the relationship with this other man and once more things seem to be all right with Ted.

When I conducted my assessment of him for the court in April 1976, Ted talked about this incident. It was one of only two or three times that I could see a definite change in his eyes and his facial expression. He said, “I felt terribly hurt. I went home and sulked. My world was destroyed. That was the last straw.” He was quiet for a few moments, regained his composure, and then said that he and Liz made up and both cried. However, this widened a deep crack in his personality. It may have been around this time that he killed his next victim.“

From The Phantom Prince :

“I liked his protectiveness of me and Tina, both emotionally and physically. I was naive about what goes on in the city, and sometimes I took unnecessary risks.

One night when Ted came over after dinner, I told him that Tina and I had stopped at Volunteer Park on the way home from work to swing, and that we’d had the park practically to ourselves.

He was horrified. “Don’t you realize how isolated you are there in case of trouble?”

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”

“You name it and you can probably find it in Volunteer Park, especially at dusk. If you want to play in a park, come get me first. You understand?””

A letter he wrote to Liz when she left without visiting him in 1976 :

If I sound bitter it is because I am. This is not your problem any longer as you well recognize. Perhaps I am too much of a sentimentalist but as difficult as it would have been I would have liked to say goodbye to you in person, kiss you one last time…Sunday, as I sat on the bench in the prison yard, basking in the sun, the fear grew with each hour. What a pathetic creature I must have appeared to be. Watching, waiting. Then three o’clock arrived and three fifteen and three thirty and three fifty and finally four. I waited until the bitter end, I imagined you driving to the airport and boarding the plane just a few miles away and I was struck with the panic of a caged animal. I felt the suicidal urge to run at the barbed wire fence and run and run to say goodbye to you before the plane flew you away from me forever. Crying, trembling as the last minutes ticked away I kept pleading softly to myself, “Please, Liz, please.” Please don’t leave me this way, I thought. Sunday was the most demoralizing day of my life. Sunday I think I finally recognized how powerless and weak I am.

Another excerpt from The Phantom Prince :

“Greg and I planned a bicycle and ferry trip to Victoria, British Columbia. I told Ted about it one morning as we were driving to work. He blew up and started driving like a madman. At the first chance, I got out of the car. I had walked about four blocks when Ted darted out of an alley in front of me. When he saw me, he jumped back. Then he was behind me, following me. Just as I got to work he fell in step along side me.

‘You’re making a big mistake, Elizabeth. I love you very much, and you’re taking my love and destroying it.’

‘I’m destroying it?!’ I couldn’t believe my ears…

The evening Greg was to pick me up, Ted came over early and refused to leave. He had been drinking and his tears flowed freely. He wished I wouldn’t go. I was steamed. I told him that I’d had enough, that I was sick of his words, words, words. If he wanted to stay and make a fool of himself, go ahead. He left. I went on my trip with Greg and we had a platonic good time. When I returned I found a letter:

It’s Friday evening. You’re gone and I’ve never been so alone in my life. The memory of your face haunts me. The memory of our times together is so fine that the fact that I’ve lost you seems unreal. I’m perfectly stunned. Cigarette upon cigarette does nothing. You’ve left and I can think of nothing but that I love you. I love you now. i loved you in the past. I’ll love you as long as I draw breathe…. With tears in my eyes, I punish myself. Shaking my head, I can’t belive I have driven you to find someone else. Your smile, your hand in mine, your loving daughter, the three of us together, these memories are the fondest memories I can ever hold. My insensitivity has destroyed everything…. I am looking inward as you told me. I love you. I want you. Forever.

                           Love,

                                 Ted”

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You have never actually seen your neck in real life, and you can’t do anything about it.

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you can beat death in life

Your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

Charles Bukowski, The Laughing Heart

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BEARY TIRED…… get it ha……ha

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