I am reading Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside Me. This is my second, or possibly even third time through. It is good. Very good. It is not as good as Pop. 1280, but what is?
I like stories where characters paint themselves into corners and then they have to go to great lengths -- even a few murders and such -- to get themselves out of said corners. It's them or him, right? Deputy Sheriff Lou Ford, our hero in The Killer Inside Me, has an urge to kill people and after he gives into the urge, he spends a good deal of his time trying to stay ahead of being considered a suspect in his murders. Lou just about gives equal weight to deciding to murder a suspect in police custody or his long time girlfriend as to if he should have a second big breakfast before heading off to work for the day. He actually spends more time considering the second breakfast. I like that. Human life is considered all in all too precious in our society. I mean, are we ALL really that important, are we ALL valuable, are we ALL worthy of life? Probably not. Who's to judge? I guess I will volunteer. Feel free to send me your pitches for continued life and I will weigh each and every one in a case-by-case basis and judge your worthiness. That is my Holiday gift to you, Nationers. You're welcome in advance.
Cheers,
ETL
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You're really taking your playoff loss hard, aren't you?
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