Chris Tarricone

Chris Tarricone is a writer from New York. Not the stylish, bustling and flashy big city New York, but the backwoods, gun-blazing, Confederate flag-waving New York that has been pummelled by an outbreak of opioids. Ever since laying witness to the effects of this epidemic throughout his adolescence, Chris has written crime stories of all forms, from plays and screenplays to short stories, novels, and articles. He has since gotten his BFA in Cinema Studies, Playwriting and Screenwriting from SUNY Purchase and recently has switched coasts to graduate with his MFA in Writing for Screen & TV from the University of Southern California, where he won the Jack Nicholson Scholarship, the program's top screenplay award. Chris currently resides in Los Angeles.

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Police Force Expert – Taser Certified (Moorer 2)

This is the second in a series of articles about the murder trial of Andrea Moorer. The first was Strong Female Lead by Molly Miller. Outside of Department 111 at the Criminal Courts Building, a stocky man in his late 60s sits upright and energetic, sticking out amongst those lounging in the hallway. The man is Larry Smith, an ex-cop here today to testify in defense of Andrea Dommique Moorer, who is charged with killing an abusive pimp, Ruffino Anderson. A clean-cut, gray-suited, and similarly energetic man...

The Challenges of Defending the Alleged “Hollywood Ripper” (Gargiulo 4)

This is the fourth and last in a series of articles about the trial of Michael Gargiulo. You may click on the hyperlinked titles to read “I Buried the Bitch… Just Kidding,” The Witness Following Ashton Kutcher, and An Emotionally Galvanizing Moment. Defense attorney Dale Rubin often jokes around in the Criminal Courts Building, perhaps to keep his mind off of the challenges of defending Michael Gargiulo on two counts of capital murder. One time, he even played around with a mannequin (which was to serve...

An Emotionally Galvanizing Moment (Gargiulo 3)

This is the third in a series of articles about the trial of Michael Gargiulo. You may click on the hyperlinked titles to read "I Buried the Bitch… Just Kidding." and The Witness Following Ashton Kutcher. Someone is crying. It is hard to immediately identify the source of the noise. The weeping echoes from the far end of the ninth floor near Department 106, where a group of people huddle closely together. They dote on whoever is crying, consoling her in hushed Spanish while attorneys file past, talking baseball.

The Witness Following Ashton Kutcher (Gargiulo 2)

This is the second in a series of articles about the trial of Michael Gargiulo. You may click on the hyperlinked titles to read "I Buried the Bitch… Just Kidding." It’s crowded at the Criminal Courts Building on Wednesday morning, May 29. Normally, a small procession of jurors, attorneys, witnesses, and others funnel through one of two entrances on either side of the building, both complete with a security crew and metal-detectors, which creates moderate congestion in the early hours when court is in session. But today, the line to...

“I Buried the Bitch… Just Kidding.” (Gargiulo 1)

At 12:30 pm on May 14, a parade of suits marches out of the Criminal Courts Building and down to the adjacent Grand Park for lunch. There, greasy food trucks line a sitting area, parked in the shadow of the looming 20-story steel ingot, a foreboding eyesore. Today is another sunny spring day in LA, and those who leave the building, choosing the trucks over the one-note cafeteria, are wise to shed their jackets and roll up their sleeves. Among those in the park is Anthony DiLorenzo, a lean, heavily tanned Italian-American approaching middle...