I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.
I really am guilty, of many somethings, all of them lethal and very enjoyable and technically not quite legal.
Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.
I enjoyed watching good-looking idiots looking at each other. A great spectator sport.
Killing makes me feel good.
Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.