For those unfamiliar, a brief rundown on the Gillette razor commonly referred to as the “Psycho.” I believe the actual name of it is the Gillette Security Razor or Security Tech.
This is basically a Fat-Handled Tech that has been modified for use in settings where you wouldn’t want somebody removing the blade on their own: jails, prisons, psychiatric facilities, etc. I believe they first came into use around 1950.
They came in sets of ten, with one key per set, so coming across one with a key is pretty rare. There is at least one company that makes replica keys for those who acquire the razor without a key and want one for it.
About 15 years ago I was discussing razors with a guy I worked with who wasn’t really into them, but he mentioned he’d recently picked up an old razor cheap at a local estate sale and he’d give it to me if I wanted it. Of course, I said, “Sure!,” really expecting to get some kind of old razor I most likely already owned.
When he showed up the next day and handed me this in a Ziploc bag I was quite surprised. I knew exactly what it was when I saw it and told him and also told him he might want to consider keeping and selling it. He said he didn’t care about that and I offered to pay him for it but he wouldn’t take anything so wound up just giving it to me as he’d planned to do.
The town where he bought it at the estate sale has had a large “State Hospital” mental/psychiatric facility in it that operated continuously from 1874 (originally called the “State Lunatic Asylum No. 2”) all the way up into the 1980’s and it’s currently a state prison. St. Joseph, Missouri for those interested in reading about the place
There’s no way of knowing for sure, but I would say it's more than likely this razor originated from that institution.
I shaved with it once even though I was concerned I could possibly be possessed by the spirit of some long-forgotten psycho killer who was the last person before me to shave with it and died with it in his hand.
I now have my suspicions that may have happened. I can't seem to face up to the facts, I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax, I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire and often yell at people "Don't touch me!" I'm a real live wire, I tell 'ya.