As I grew up I realized,
that I was different from other people,
and that I only wanted to cut people
open and watch them die. This
might seem a little awkward.
Once I discovered working long
hours for little pay was harder than
cutting out someone's organs
in alphabetical order then the
world seemed brighter. I remember
getting a mug and taking blood from
a man's neck. I drank it. I have to
admit, I rather liked it.