The Bruin's Blog – November 2009 Archive (1)

The first person I helped was a girl I met at a Frat party in College. She promised to fuck me and followed me outside to my car. She threw up in my car then tried to kiss me. She babbled some story about a recent breakup, tried to apologize...I took her to an abandoned warehouse parking lot and slid a knife in between the long fingers of bone that make up her ribcage. She never made a sound as she died...not even a gasp of surprise. I did not know why I had done that at the time but I do… Continue