I have no alibi, not that I need one.
They were three men, three men who did not matter.
It was late last night and I had a thirst. I was out for beer.
All I wanted was to slake my thirst. Instead, I took three lives.
Do you think I set out to kill?
As I came out of the store, they surrounded me. One had a knife . . . one told me to empty my pockets.
Sometimes I get weary . . . and last night I got very weary.
Someone was going to die in the next few minutes. And I didn’t care if it was me.
All I wanted was some fucking beer. But death might be just as sweet. I am tired . . . tired of living.
Her name was Josie … it’s been a while. She visits me in the night. I cannot live with her specter no more. I loved her so much.
The big one made a move. Then I made a move. Before he knew it, I had the knife out of his hand and into his throat. Then I got pissed off. The other two died quickly.
No beer for me this night.
The cops are coming.
Josie, open the gates for me. I miss you so much.
The first cop car arrives. I stand and point my hand at him.
The bullets he gives me are warm.
Josie I am coming to you.
I love you so much.