........And a bottle of rum!

The sky was the colour of complacence..


Well, if complacence was a colour, it would be this one..

Davis Booth died today...

A guy who had grown to be a wrong person..

We had been talking for a long time..

Running out of rum, but not out of conversation..

He was a nice man..

I wish he didn’t have to die..

I wish I didn’t have to kill him..

I’m not the person who kills someone..

I’m the one who messes with their heads..

Making them wanna kill themselves..

Davis had been stabbed four times with a knife..

It wasn’t dramatic as I had imagined my first murder to be..

I stood there…staring, biting my lips sore..

I don’t think I’m gonna kill again..

You always imagine murder as blood and struggle..

You always tend to ignore disposing the body, cleaning the weapon,

Which is actually the most tiresome part..

Why did I kill Davis..?

There are no reasons..

But who wants one when you have a knife, a map,

Some cheap rum and a decent amount of gratitude for a little death once in a while?