Because I Am An Inhuman Monster, I

And I Was Having Too Much Fun To Stop Now.

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

Really Now: If You Can't Get Me My Newspaper On Time, How Can You Expect Me To Refrain From Killing People?

I Was Never More Alive Than When The Dark Passenger Was Driving.

I Waved To Everybody. Some Of Them Even Waved Back. They Knew Me, Had Seen Me Go By Before, Always Cheerful, A Big Hello For Everybody. He Was Such A Nice Man. Very Friendly. I Can’t Believe He Did Those Horrible Things . . .