Life is: (Choose from 1 to 3) Long and very hard, and full of temptations… and blood redemption is the only way to SALVATION! Much better now that I can torture and kill others like my Pop used to. Best when you have a freezer full of expensive vodka, and a dead wife with a big bank account. Hardly worth living without Mother, but I'm doing the best I can, Officer! A thing I beat out of my victims after I sexaully abuse them in my nifty lean-to. Potentially, a great work of art. Won't you come to my house, pet, and see what we can create together? My heroes have always been: (Choose from 1 to 3) Jesus Christ, the only begotten son of the Lord. In uniform. Special men of quality and distinction, like Monsieur de Sade, Dennis Cooper, Albert Fish, Hitler and other misunderstood geniuses... I love Millhaven: (Choose from 1 to 3) Because of its close proximity to bus stations, elemenatary schools and public parks For its friendly food, delicious staff. And besides, it was good enough for Mom. It represensts a fascinating cross-section of socio-economic models. And thus good hunting! Someone fiddled with me years ago and - like a dog returning to its vomit - I just can't keep away. Pigtown is my only home. It's really all about the St Alwyn Hotel, isn't it? There is no love like: Mother's! Love? What the fuck is that? That of the Lord - in whose care I place my heart and soul, amen. That special feeling you get inside just after spilling blood. And then licking it off your fingers... There is no place for LOVE, grunt, on the field of combat! The look in a small child's eyes when it realizes you are in complete and utter control. Some of my best friends are: (Choose from 1 to 3) Dead. Friends? What's that? Invisible. Veterans of foreign wars. The Holy Trinity is all the friends a godly man needs, sinner. Underage. I kill because: (Choose from 1 to 3) I can. I'm lonely - and besides, someone touched me when I was just a helpless little boy. So that makes it okay, right? It helps pass the time. It's my fucking JOB, soldier! “Death is not the end,” saith the Lord. I'm not admitting to anything - and I demand to speak to my lawyer. Author Peter Straub got it all wrong when he: (Choose a minimum of 1) Allowed that silly old Tim Underhill to misquote me in THE THROAT. He dared mock the Lord God on High! Claimed Tom Pasmore was so smart. What a laugh!!! Attempted (and failed miserably) to describe my Supreme Magnificence, the insignifigant worm! When he wrote about ’Nam, man. Fucking liberal pussy never saw combat. Let's just be glad he isn't a cartographer or a surveyor... Straub's best book is: (Choose from 1 to 3) The one about me, of course. THE DIVIDED MAN, which he ghost wrote for Tim Underhill. Now there's a work of genius. The Holy Bible is the only book I own. Hopefully his next one, baby! That hack! He doesn't know shit about psychology. And just who the fuck is Peter Straub? HH Holmes is my hero because: Really, without his inpiration, where would we all be? Who? Is he related to Sherlock Holmes? Do you think he'd like me? Jeffrey Dahmer is my hero because: Really, without his inpiration, where would we all be? That psycho pansy is not - repeat NOT - my hero. He overcame a hideous background and the trials of a bad home and made something of himself. Surely the Lord was on his side? He had exquisite taste in friends! Death is sexy; [fill in the blank] is even sexier... ...a 12-year-old... ...combat... ...my sainted mother... ...a nice fricasse is tasty, filling and... ...oblivion... ...multiple homicide... When I'm finishisned with my victim, I like to: (Choose from 1 to 3) Prayer over its lifeless body. Cook up a nice meal. Light candles and touch myself in that special way. What victim? What are you accusing me of? Travel to the next village or town and start all over again. Keep her around for a while. True or False: I AM God. TRUE FALSE That of course depends on what you mean by “true” and “false,” now doesn't it?