Forgive me, for I have sinned.
I have killed many many many people.
Some who deserved it, some who did not.
Some who could defend themselves, some who could not.
Some who sought a fight, some who did not.
I have watched them struggle in vain, growing ever more desperate with each successive death.
I have seen them turn tail and run, only to get cut down all the same.
I have seen throw up the white flag of surrender, only to get slaughtered all the same.
I have watched them call their friends, just so they can die as well.
I have listened to their screams, and pictured the tears streaming down their face.
But my confession is not that I killed, it’s that enjoyed it.
So now this city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their hand-holding and cowardice will foam up about their waists and all the wannabes and casuals will look up and shout "You’re kind of a d*ck!"... and I'll whisper "I know."
Also I have a couple of Chrome cars for selling which are just offensively grotesque. We’re talking WEAPONIZED ugliness. A gross affront to both the senses and common decency.