If I were to kill someone, I don't think I would be mean about it. I would be so excited I would end up being somewhat motherly. I can see myself stroking their hair before my fingers are wrapped around their neck and kissing their lips--sucking the last breath from their body. Maybe even feel a little bit bad the first kill...for about .008474 seconds. It's always easier after the first time. I wouldn't be one of those note persons or phone calls teasers. I'd just do it and no one would know. I never had the need for recognition to begin with. I'm glad I can write about it here. With fellow crazies.