I always knew I had it in me. To kill someone, that is. But killing is the easy part. Getting away with it, on the other hand, that’s when it becomes tricky.
However, if you can get past the murder, the crime, the dirty deed, life can become quite interesting.
I’m currently lying by the pool in the surging heat, smoking a cigarette and drinking an ice-cool beer, both courtesy of my friend, presently lying in state in the garage freezer.
I’m waiting for them to come, and they will, but until they do, settle in and I’ll tell you my story…