They kept a record, the only problem was the record kept going and going and going - nothing was being done about stopping the asshole that was terrorizing my neighborhood. I spotted him in between 11:30 and 12:45 every night. The same lanky figure swooping his arms to and fro, trying to get away. Unfortunately, your freakishness is landing you in the local penitentiary because no one you know has the kind of bail money required to bust you out of the hole.

But then you see your way out. You see the son of a bitch in a college pro's jacket sleeping directly across, smelling either his early warning signal, or the last line of putrid defense. Regardless, its death knows what it's true human instinct requires, and what reckless wish-monger desires - only to suffer later on...

I wish you the best. Peace.