It's time for a change. A career change. What I've found out is that I'm really good at killing.
People say all the time that they were born to do this, or born to do that, but we all know that’s just a bunch of crap. They may be good at something, but they’re not born to do it. I, however, was born to do something. I was born to kill. How else can you explain the fact that I committed murder before I ever drew my first breath? Add in all of the bodies in my wake, I can honestly say that I was born to kill.
My mom didn’t really want me. She got knocked up in the summer of ‘72 and supposedly wouldn’t get an abortion because it was illegal. Guess she should have waited a few months to give Jane Roe time to change all that. Dad offered to make her an “honest woman” but she didn’t love him. Heck, she didn’t even like him. It doesn’t matter anyway, she died as she was spitting my big ass out. I guess a nine pound turd coming out would kill me too. Anyway, I think that’s when it all started. That first kill. My own mother. That’s what put me on this path.
Almost forty years later and I’m still doing it. I still have to take a life for my own to survive. I can’t imagine going without killing. How do you people do it?
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