Friday, July 16th, 2004

I’m in the basement of a room with several people. I’ve been attacking people and stabbing some of them. A young kid comes up and I grab him. I ask him how old he is. He tries to tell me he’s 18 but looks much younger. I tell him to get the hell out of here and out of this life. I put my knife down and tell him I’m sparing his life.