I sometimes wonder if it's all that strange that I am obsessed with true crime. Not the icky kind of obsessed, like I have to get my hands on some nudes done by Dahmer. I have the kind of bug that makes you wonder how some people who seem so perfect and so whole could switch themselves, could pull from within a personality so stark in contrast to their own, that their mothers and fathers arrange for third mortgages to cover attorney's fees. Just a thought. No reason to sleep with a knife under the pillow, Kevin.
March 21, 2005