If there is a will, there is always a way my friend

My mother was cancer. She slowly destroyed everything around her. She produced two killers; me and my brother Joe.

By now you know what I liked most was the hunt, the challenge of what the thing was. The killing for me was secondary. I got no rise as such out of it... for the most part. But the figuring it out, the challenge -- the stalking and doing it right, successfully -- that excited me a lot. The greater the odds against me, the more juice I got out of it.

Assassin?...that sounds so exotic...i was just a murderer

I'd never hurt a woman or a child. It's just not in me.

If there is a will, there is always a way my friend