Born on February 29, 1960, in El Paso, Texas, Richard Ramirez entered a world already marked by hardship. The youngest of five in an immigrant family, he grew up amid poverty and fear. His father’s violent temper and frequent outbursts cast a long shadow over his childhood. A series of head injuries left him with lasting neurological damage, and doctors would later suggest these traumas impaired his ability to control impulses and emotions.
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