Frost bite
is real. James and I were burying a body last night and it took longer than
expected. By the time we got back in the car, I could not feel my fingers. My
right ring finger is still kind of numb. I worry that I genuinely have minor
frost bite. But it was worth it. That guy was a jerk. You live on a major road;
shovel your damn sidewalk.
In any
case, it’s made typing really hard.
It’s also
made me think about burning my fingerprints off. I’ve thought about it over the
years, discussed it with James. Ultimately, we decided it would be more conspicuous
if I had scars on my fingers. Another “rare” example of making sacrifices to
sustain my other life – my better life.
I hate my
day job. I am happiest when I am killing but I’ve talked about why I can’t do
that for a living so I suffer through.
I wonder if
there’s something else I could be doing that still brings me joy. Something
that allows me to find new victims but remain hidden.
If you have
any thoughts, please feel free to share them.
As always,
dear readers,
Stay Safe
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