Show Notes
"He stopped for me to buy some ice cream. I told him I wanted to borrow his truck (and him) for a bit of a ride. I guess he thought I was playing. He soon changed his tune when I pulled out the revolver.”
In 1978, John Quinones stole an ice cream truck with the owner still inside. He picked up his friends, and then proceeded to sexually assault the owner, before driving him to a clearing and executing him. He claims that the situation just spiralled out of control. Zoe Hines and Ned Parker investigate his Letters From A Killer.
More from Letters From A Killer
“I have asked Jesus Christ to forgive me these cowardly acts that I did back then and to give me a clean slate, and he has.”
“I’m a lot more mature, and really glad I came to Death Row. I truly believe that Death Row saved my life, as crazy as that sounds.”
When I got into trouble, I got beat. I’d have to stand naked and put my hands on the wall and count each hit. If I missed a count, he’d start over.”
“After 18 years of solitary confinement with death breathing down my neck, some things don’t matter as much as they used to. I’ll still be strapped to that gurney and have my body pumped full of poison.”
“The great criminal mind I was (a bit of a joke, there) I decided that I would hide myself in the trunk, hoping to avoid detection.”