Excerpt from an Upcoming Story
Synopsis: I was inspired by the situation between Son of Sam (New York serial killer) and Jimmy Breslin (journalist). Son of Sam wrote to the newspapers and Breslin started a column and wrote back. I decided to take that idea and expand it into a more personal correspondence.
Once upon a time, Ms. Bailey, there was a lonely little teenager who lived in a lonely little town where everyone thought everyone else's business was their own, and when something scandalous went around they would all gasp and say, "Surely not!" They never did anything though; it was always whispers in the supermarket, all, "Do you think she really...?" and "That poor child, it's such a shame."
The lonely little teenager didn't like the whispers so he left, and the whispers were gone and everything was fine. He went to college and took Criminology, because he wanted to hurt people but he wanted more to know why. The book didn't tell him why, but it did tell him how. It was grotesquely detailed, and he read it for fun. Soon, he wasn't a little teenager anymore.
Where teenagers think and learn, adults do and experience. So the lonely little adult went out and he did - did it all, and did not feel very much remorse about it.
You asked where I came from, Ms. Bailey. This is it. You asked for an explanation. There is none. Believe me, I've searched for it. It's not so strange I couldn't find one, though. Can you explain yourself?
Sincerely yours,
Once upon a time, Ms. Bailey, there was a lonely little teenager who lived in a lonely little town where everyone thought everyone else's business was their own, and when something scandalous went around they would all gasp and say, "Surely not!" They never did anything though; it was always whispers in the supermarket, all, "Do you think she really...?" and "That poor child, it's such a shame."
The lonely little teenager didn't like the whispers so he left, and the whispers were gone and everything was fine. He went to college and took Criminology, because he wanted to hurt people but he wanted more to know why. The book didn't tell him why, but it did tell him how. It was grotesquely detailed, and he read it for fun. Soon, he wasn't a little teenager anymore.
Where teenagers think and learn, adults do and experience. So the lonely little adult went out and he did - did it all, and did not feel very much remorse about it.
You asked where I came from, Ms. Bailey. This is it. You asked for an explanation. There is none. Believe me, I've searched for it. It's not so strange I couldn't find one, though. Can you explain yourself?
Sincerely yours,