I really do. I’m a sadist. I get off on hurting people and torturing people.
I have never felt happiness in any real sense, in any sense YOU would understand. But fear, the atmosphere of terror after some horrible event, the way fear creeps through a small community after a murder, I LOVE that.
I recall, one day I was walking home from work – slow, dejected, tired – I saw news of a local murder and some grim new details of it. And I instantly perked up, I thanked God for such bloody work and walked home with a spring in my step.
And I think this […]