I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I decided

I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I decided it was time to change my field of employment: two thousand kills was more than enough; I took all of my weapons and gave them to Goodwill.

Then, I bathed in a tub of bleach, lye, and alcohol...for days...until I had washed away all of my sins against humanity. I was no longer a killer...I was ready to be normal again

I had scrubbed my sins off my skin, and now I was pure once more, untouched by violence.

It felt good, I won't lie, to get such a weight off my chest. With all the bad things happening to me lately, it just felt like heaven compared to the fire pain in my stomach const

santly. I knew what you did last summer. I still know what you did last summer. And, I've had to live with that secret while you moved on. I visit you at your grave, to tell your

that your fly is down, and all I get from you is subterranean mocking laughter. Muffled music comes from your grave, and I know that you're dancing down there, even after I told

you you've danced your last jig. After I sent you to your last curtain call, I thought life would be all gravy train living off your assets, but when I see your specter moonwalk

across the stage of my mind's eye it's like you're still here with me. I wish you'd shut up, actually. I really should have duct-taped your mouth shut before I murdered you.

At least your impatience to haunt me for murdering you tipped me off for my next victims to gag them lest they haunt me too, like you. I learned, from you again, to burn out their

You, indeed were with me my whole life, a brother who I despised. Indeed, you were the one who threatened death to me, and me back to you for you had never cared about my problems