You've gotta' hope that someone who could murder children and stuff them in his attic came from a home where dysfunction was the norm. He used his defense to show the world his outsiderness. To show how he was different, not like the rest of us. Unable to control the darkness that made him do what he did. Ault's former Fort Lauderdale neighborhood shows no signs that a monster once lived in it.
Lawns are neat, neighbors move freely about the quiet, tiny block.
As normal and peaceful and average as children walking home from school. In his prison jumpsuit, with his close-cropped hair, Ault wants us to know the other side of normal. The side where he lived. The side where he killed. How seductive, the need to believe that if we look close enough, for long enough, we, too, can see his other-ness.