Nah, he didn't do it, he just fantasized about it ... his imaginings were so gratifying to his superficial, meaningless business-card-machismo reality that they overtook his sense of reality, so much so that after fantasizing he kllied people who were significant to him (as opposed to some meatmarket pick-up) that his guilt made him want to turn himself into police, even if it was for things he didn't do, confessions to crimes he didn't commit.
Aren't my two cents pennies from heaven?
Last edited by MediaGuy; 08-16-2007 at 05:13 PM.
Reason: My two cents are pennies from heaven
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