I came to a realization the other day.
I kill people.
In all different ways.
I'm a murderer.
Possibly a mass murderer.
A serial killer?
Does this make me deranged?
How do I feel about this?
Pretty good, actually.
I guess as long as it's in writing, even if the people might possibly share a resemblance to someone who might actually exist... it's not a big deal, right?
I'm not going to prison?
I really wouldn't do well in prison.
The beds are really small.
The food isn't great.
Oh, and I'd have to deal with a large population of women.
All. The. Time.
Yeah, prison...so not for me.
Good thing I only WRITE about murder and haven't ACTUALLY murdered anyone.
How many people have you killed recently?
Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.