He was an unsuccessful man, underachiever. He allways blamed others for his failures. It seemed to him that all the rules society made him follow suffocated him, making him unable to prosper in any way. He dreamed of a world where he would be allowed to take by force all that he couldn't earn by other means.He hated all people. Every day he would think of a murder. He thought of it in details, thinking on every tiny thing that could go wrong. Finally it seemed the only obstacle left was his conciousness. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it, to live with it.
When he found out that he had AIDS, it was like a switch had clicked in his head. He hated everyone even more. They were all responsible for him having the desease. He knew he wasn't going to live much longer, so that solved the question of living with the guilt, if he was to feel any at all. It was settled-he decided to kill.
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When he found out that he had AIDS, it was like a switch had clicked in his head. He hated everyone even more. They were all responsible for him having the desease. He knew he wasn't going to live much longer, so that solved the question of living with the guilt, if he was to feel any at all. It was settled-he decided to kill.
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