So Vester Lee Flanagan has been the name on the lips of many the world over, his shooting of two former colleagues live on TV (HERE and HERE) having grabbed headlines and once again opened up debate on America’s gun ownership laws.

Now we’ve told you all about his falling out with various employers over the years (he wasn’t a very popular man), but now a look around his house paints a picture of someone with a rapidly deteriorating mental state. The Daily Beast reports:

His drab apartment was reportedly covered in cat urine and cat feces [sic] littered his balcony…

“He would literally just throw cat s**t into their balconies,” one source familiar with the murder investigation told the newspaper.

Police also allegedly discovered a gay pride flag and sex toys with “human material” on them inside his $600-a-month pad, which was otherwise barely decorated…

Photographs taken inside after the attack show a bare mattress, a refrigerator covered with glamour shots of Flanagan himself, and a computer desk next to a plastic beige lawn chair. His bathroom counter was covered with two-dozen red tea candles.

Those cats have been missing since the shooting, although in the manifesto he faxed to a news outlet that mystery might be solved:

In the manifesto, Flanagan also claimed he took his cats…to a forest and killed them. He said he offed his pets “because of them,” apparently referring to his ex-colleagues…

He added that he’d endured “tough times” and that he was “proud” of working as once a male escort. (Before his Twitter account was suspended Wednesday, Flanagan wrote on Aug. 19: “Hell yeah I’ve been a high paid ‘companion’ You wish u could too!! Lol.”)

“Yeah I’m all f**ked up in the head,” he concluded in his missive.

Yeah, killing your cats as some sort of foreshadowing to your murderous deeds won’t win you many fans. More reasons to hate him? If I must:

Heather Fay, a manager at a Jack Brown’s beer and burger joint, claimed Flanagan delivered a 15- to -20 page note bashing waitstaff for using the phrase “have a nice day” to diners instead of “thank you.”

I guess there’s eccentric and then there’s just downright buggered in the head – I think we’ll all agree that Vester embodied the latter.

[source:dailybeast]