Life was good.

There was a girl. She liked a boy. The boy did not like her. Then he did.
They kissed.
He asked her to marry him. She said yes.

They ran away after graduation and eloped in Hawaii.

Life was good.

He was an evil man, and she was a whore. They had a kid, but he became gay.

The kid killed his parents.

Life was good.

The son was found guilty of murder. He went to jail.
He had a passionate relationship in jail with a man called N.L.V., a former doctor.
Then the son broke out of jail and took N.L.V. with him.

They flew to Alaska. They got married.

Life was good.

They were not like Kyle Albers, so they did not like the cold.
They did not enjoy the moose burgers or the ice fishing.
N.L.V. became very irritable and the son feared for his life.

So the son killed N.L.V. in a homosexual angry ritual.

Life was good.

The son had become addicted to killing people. He traveled around the world, finding people to kill in homosexual death rituals.

One day he came across a city called Richland...

Life was GREAT.

He went on a crazy killing spree near Thomas street.

Life was WONDERFUL.

He killed several people near Thomas street.
Then he felt guilty.

So he jumped off the Blue Bridge.


Death was best.