Journal, Diary, & Blogging / DIARIES OF A SERIAL KILLER: April 23rd 2009-My apartment

Jimmy Beam has always been my best friend. The bottle has always comforted me in my times of happiness, and my times of despair. Today has been a long one. I have set foot in the empire of all american cities. New York has invited god's lonely man into it's never resting arms. I decided some time ago that Detroit was beginning to catch on, and that my time spent there had been long enough. Here i am now seated a mile above the city making conversation with my friend Jim. As i stare down at the millions of human beings that i despise so much. The smell of the city has infected my mind. The touch of the subway rails has diseased my body. I am alone in this pit of scum. I have been sent here to destroy mankind and inflict pain upon humanity. The burning skyline cries in agony, urning for a new tomorrow. It's only once you are completely surrounded by people that you can become truly lonely. The wails and screams of police cars resonate through my ears. The sounds of constant commotion keep me awake. There is nothing left for me in this world.

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