well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. i've got to say, this is a decent upgrade from prison, which was where i was expected to be headed. still, i can't really complain, it's not every day a murderer gets this sort of lavish treatment.

my lawyer, ha. he expected to send me here in the hopes that i'd actually change my wicked ways. right now, i don't see that happening. killing is what i was born to do, i know that like i know the back of my hand. there's no greater thrill than seeing the light pass from someone's eyes, or to hold someone's still-beating heart in the palm of your hand. just thinking of it makes me salivate.

yeah, i'm the kid you heard about from the news, the kid that was found among fifteen dead, mangled and bloodied bodies, covered in blood and feasting on the flesh of the fifteenth. the trial was fucking hilarious, mothers spat at me, death threats were hurled at me, and they could barely keep me in the shackles. it was a mistake for them to think i was sane enough to actually take the stand, because i gladly described in vivid detail every single one of their deaths and how succulent their flesh was and even the gurgling noises they made when they died.

but i digress. i'm here to 'reform'. well, good luck with that. i'm just here to enjoy the ride.