Corpus Christi, Florida In March of this year, Kevin Davis decided he’d run away from home, so he jumped on his bicycle and peddled his happy ass out of town. Riding along the railroad tracks, he decided to ditch his bike and his backpack behind some brush, walk up to the first house he saw, knocked upon the door and asked the poor residents to call the police because he’d just killed somebody. The most I ever get at my front door are Jehovah’s Witnesses and the pissed off neighbors.
Kevin (18) had told his mother (50) he was bored with his life and asked her permission to kill himself. Despondently, she told him she couldn’t control what he did. Instead of deleting himself from the gene pool, he decided to turn that desire to kill into a gruesome scene that featured his mother. I bet somewhere between all the bashes with the hammer, she was kicking herself for not encouraging his original desires a bit more.
Kevin confessed to trying to strangle his mother with the cord from one of his video game controllers but that didn’t work so well. Kimberly Hill, (his mother) became hysterical, screaming, which led Kevin to do the next rational thing: Head to her bedroom and grab the hammer. He claims to bashing her a good 20 times, reaching in to play with her brain a little, and since it was a day of “firsts” for him, he decided it’d be a great day to loose his virginity.
“I don’t have standards. I don’t have morals. A body’s a body. A piece of meat,” Davis said. “Guess I lost my virginity to a dead corpse.”
Which is a lot different than losing it to a live corpse. Semantics.
I’m not wanting to poop on his party but I strongly disagree. There’s the whole warmth thing – not the fuzzy feeling kind of warmth, it’s more of a suitable body temperature kind of warmth. I’m not much into all the pillow-talk after sex, either, so the deadly quiet is just fine with me but maybe it’s just a little quirk of mine, I do still like to hear my partner’s breathing and I like the reactions when I kick ’em out of bed. I’d find it a little unnerving if the *thud* wasn’t followed by some intense swearing.
Kevin admits he planned on killing his sister, too, when she arrived home but everyone knows, after sex, one loses all ambition. Judging by his fantasies, I’d say his sister lucked the hell out.
Davis said he fantasized about killing his sister and mother and that he would kill again. He described his perfect fantasy: dressing in a suit, decapitating a girl and putting her in a dress before having sex with her corpse.
“It would be a night to remember,” Davis said.
It’s interesting to note what sickens a jury. All the talk of screwing a decapitated human didn’t quite evoke the same reaction as when he admitted to choking, drowning, and cutting open a cat and sexing it up, too.
When the detectives asked if Kevin regretted killing his mother, he answered:
“In a way, yes, but I wouldn’t take back what I did. I did love her in a way,” he said. “I’m a terrible, disgusting person.”
“I’m not mentally disturbed. I’m sane. I know what I did”
On October 8, Kevin Davis was sentenced to life in prison.