This is for all the lonely people, especially those who kill for fun.

Whoa! Calm the fuck down! You: come over here. Yes. Good.

Here is a story about brutally murdering an entire family with an axe.

This is going to gross you out, but . . . well, never mind.

Never mind.

Well, okay. You can highlight it if you want to read it. Once when I was drunk I made this note to myself like: you know what would be a really fucked up serial killer? One who had been scorned by the women of a certain family, and who was immortal, and would like . . . take a leg or arm or whatever from a female member of each generation of this particular family, preserve it, and then, centuries later, sew all the parts together. That would be disgusting. It would be a bizarro sexdoll. Or maybe he could revivify the body into a sort of zombie bride.

Tonight's Follies practice: 9 pm? Goatranch? Will Andy and Snake both be in attendance?

Who was going to give dave the spare black clothes? I can not remember this.

Hopefully I will find a yellow shirt at goodwill.