So I am.

You can call me a mass murderer but then aren’t we all? Christ in the great sermon, before the breaking of the loaves and fish to feed the five thousand, fed them this: whoever has murder in their heart is already guilty of the judgement.

And, so I am.

I kill mentally too many times to recall at a split second leaving no trace. I killed the guy in the beat-up maroon Camry who rode my bumper flipping me off as he sped passed, the hospital technician who always calls me a little prick before drawing my blood, and of course I killed my neighbor. Just like that. Gone. No body, DNA, camera shot. Like it never happened, except in my mind. Only God knows and those who read my confession on this digital paper trail.