Noses... big noses.

So here’s an interesting case from only 15 years ago.
A man was working at a Rib House in West Virginia as a dishwasher and admittedly, he’s got some problems. According to the case:

“He suffers from chronic depression (dysthymic disorder), an obsession with his nose (body dismorphic disorder), and borderline personality disorder. The defendant’s father shed some light on his nose fixation. He stated that dozens of times a day the defendant stared in the mirror and turned his head back and forth to look at his nose. His father estimated that 50 percent of the time he observed his son he was looking at his nose. The defendant repeatedly asked for assurances that his nose was not too big. This obsession began when he was approximately seventeen years ole. The defendant was twenty-nine years old at the time of trial”

That’s a lot of space in my book dedicated to writing about this guy’s nose. Why? Well, one day he was washing dishes as usual with another guy and the other guy began to tease him. Slapping with him with the dishtowel and such, trying to lighten the tense mood in the kitchen. But then he slapped him on his nose. Bad idea.
Defendant freaks out, removes a knife from his pocket, and STABS HIM IN THE NECK.
As the co-worker falls to the ground he cries “Man, I was just kidding around!” to which Mr. Big-nose replies “Well, man, you should have never hit me in my face!”

Oh, homicide. Even if you’re terrifying, at least you’re amusing.