Charles Howard Schmid, Jr., was a little pipsqueak of a guy, standing just about 5'3" tall.
To compensate, he bragged non-stop and wore freaky makeup and oversized cowboy boots, which he stuffed with socks, rags, and crushed tin cans to add inches.
When all that failed to pump up his ego, he killed girls.
In the early 1960s, Schmid, the adopted son of a nursing home owner, was a fixture on a sleazy strip in Tucson, Arizona, known as the Speedway. He was a sight to see.
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