writing boredom


I have never planned to kill a man...err..men,because that is called premeditated murder and usually has much severe punishment, I do it in the heat of passion( so i say). i never liked the idea of killing. Even in the movies i would feel like fainting every time someone would get killed, but i guess i believe this world would be a whole lot better without "those people". Now, you're probably thinking that this is my story about how i became a "cleanser of the world". well it's not. this is the story of my victims, and how they were before there "unplanned" death. I guess i should start out with my first kill. He was a middle-aged man living in downtown New York as a bartender. He was recently engaged to be married,but his fiance soon left him for a younger man. One morning, he laid in bed and......"thought to myself, 'how did i end up here? where did i go wrong? what is a matter with me?' My name is Jerry Smith and this is my story." As i walked to "THE HOT SPOT", the hottest bar in town and my work( i only lived a block or two down the road), i saw a strange looking man. In my mind, he looking kind of familiar, but he was probably nobody, so i forgot about it and moved on. It was a Saturday night at the bar and everyone was partying hard and getting drunk, i even got to make-out with a drunk girl in the back. That was my life,partying, and i loved living it. Today, though, felt different. I felt uneasy, but i was too drunk to care(even though as a bartender i wasn't suppose to be drinking). I left my shift that night around 4 o' clock. On my way back home, there was that man again. in the same spot, like he didn't move all night. i think he was waiting for me, but i wasn't going to stick around to find out.....