tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89989382012-01-29T17:05:13.738-05:00Everyone Deserves An Opinion... You Deserve Mine.Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-25387861623848463752011-03-24T20:54:00.007-04:002011-03-24T21:26:57.535-04:00

I love movies. Ask anyone who knows me. My pursuit is unconditional and trivial knowledge is encyclopedic.There is an exquisite anticipation that comes with that eagerly anticipated cinematic experience; the one that has been tantalizing you for weeks with carefully designed preview campaign, trailered in front of recent movie vehicles and during commercial breaks of your favorite TV

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The Adventures of Miss MommyMy clever cousin Kristine has this a great Blog about the trying and triumphant moments of a new young mother. Any parent, parent-to-be, or paramour with eyes of glint, will relate and relish.http://theadventuresofmissmommy.blogspot.com/(Keep in mind that this order of course implies that you complete checking out this Blog before you Check out this Blog.)

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I went to see a movie the other night, which in and of itself is not really a staggering, essay-worthy event. What is significant, essay-worthy and rant-worthy was the response to this movie that grew around me in the theatre as the climax subsided and the credits rolled; it was a growl of disapproval for a cinematic meal that I found quite satisfying, but for others didn’t seem to provide what

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Every now and then I have a shot of brilliance. Of all the sparks in my head that dance from synapse to lobe, among the commands for food, drink, more drink, and stimulus of a more primal nature, every now and then something ignites a eureka and electrocutes my attention. It’s too bad that a spark doesn't shine for too long.How often do you witness witlessness and needless stupidity in your daily

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-48083391481430256052010-03-07T19:01:00.005-05:002011-01-03T14:09:29.827-05:00

A language is like a person.It is born with the combined traits of its heritage. It has an infancy, it grows into adolescence and maturity, and many eventually grow elderly and pass on.A language has quirks and imperfections, traits of its personality that take some getting used to, that require a certain affinity, and that conjure for some an understanding relationship that is downright

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The Third and Fourth Chapter of my Novel for your reading enjoyment.3Though he didn’t like how the city changed when the sun went down, Eric knew the lycanthropic shift would bring him someone in need. Cold pins and needles rushed past the back of his neck like fluttering bat’s wings as he felt mistrust surrounding him. That mistrust became antipathy and grew within those around him as the sun

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We're not all geniuses, professors, academics, or TV detectives, and I'm okay with that. But by the same token, there are things that human beings who are awake more than they are asleep, who can operate a cell phone while maintaining their balance, and who might have any charge over another human really really should know.I have conveniently listed a sampling of these bare minimums below. It

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What is it that truly scares you? What waits around the corner for you veiled in menacing darkness? What is it that sneers an evil grin and embodies all that shatters your soul? As males there is a common demon that lurks and preys and quivers our collective gender’s spine. While we do deal with our own quirks and phobias, tribulations with commitment, emotional accessibility, asking

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This brief entry is designed to bridge this blog, the long-standing home of my delightfully long-winded answers to questions no one asked, to my new blog, Patricktionary, which the clever readers will notice has an icon available on the right. Visit now and vote often (there is nothing really to vote on) for more of this, only shorter. In place of a scholarly work of marble-mouthed balderdash, I

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One of the great socio-pop-culture observations:“What really matters is what you like, not what you are like.”It is one of many keenly gilded observations from ‘High Fidelity’, a great book and a great movie, a love story about lovers of pop-culture. The line is sewn by the protagonist in one of many monologues as he lectures his professorship to his audience. It succinctly frames the value

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“So Bill, how’re things?”“Any better I couldn’t stand it, pal.”Huhuhuhuhuhuhhh-aghhahahahaaaahhhaa-pughhrrahahhohoho-popoo…phroooot.Phroooot?The multi-syllable pile-up above is my attempt to recreate that obnoxious trail of chuckles dangling from the last time you had to put up with someone’s small talk humour. You know when that guy you don’t really want to get to know any better, but for some

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Welcome to the land of guy talk.In this realm you will learn your place, among the guys and around the girls. You will learn how to fix your car and get a deal on your home electronics. You will be exposed to new avenues of philosophical discourse, political insensitivity, vulgarity, sports statistics, and blonde jokes. Most importantly, you will become intimately familiar with all of your

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We all want to be cool.We start with an idea; a thirteen-year-old us, a pout poured from an amalgamated mold cast of James Dean, Kurt Cobain, and Paris Hilton and a collective influence of the best and worst of our superficial unofficial reality. We choose our pre-packaged identity from the bin of trendy hats that let in the rain and don’t quite fit, and herd with the other sheep in wolf’s

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-80436339600101006152009-02-15T16:11:00.000-05:002009-02-15T16:24:07.575-05:00

John's response to the letter addressed to himDear Marsha,Perhaps I should be angrier.Perhaps I would be better off as a seething lump of rage and regret,self-doubting and self-effacing, questioning every facet of myidentity in which I thought I found meaning. I should be deep in thedark of rejection purgatory. I should be directionless andmeaningless. I should be bitter shards of a broken

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-68042228626873533112009-01-18T18:35:00.002-05:002010-03-06T10:44:27.430-05:00

The Second Chapter of my Novel for your reading ecstacy.2The people of the court settled into the stiff wooden furniture. The court came to order.“To the charge of assault and battery on the night of the 16th, how does the defendant plead?”“The defendant pleads guilty your honor.”“The prosecution recommends jail time in consideration of the defendant’s reoccurring criminal offenses.”“Thank you,

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A short time ago I was pulling into the drive-through lane of a certain much revered coffee and donut establishment for a tall paper cup of something hot and caffeinated. I had chosen the drive-through in favor of exiting the car and entering the store for various reasons, not the least of which was the interesting picture before me.Quick note: You may be perplexed by my spelling of this

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Enjoy a sample from my Novel.Part OneStranger1You know the look the bad guy has on his face when he’s at his baddest? When he’s got his gun cocked, his situation in hand, and his ill-gotten gains in sight? When he’s harnessed all the electricity coursing from his victim’s defeated expression and the urban swamp surrounding them, a feral grin rises up his face, and he knows the world could

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-71163001842890292252008-10-19T12:47:00.000-04:002008-10-26T11:19:58.472-04:00

This Essay is appearing in Issue 02 of the online magazine The Dinner Jacket.Check it out: www.thedinnerjacket.comI think of what that means sometimes when the eyes looking on me stop at my mask.I've been thinking about another me. The other me, the me that I allow all of you to see. To hide in plain sight I wear a mask and present my altered self, to keep one identity secret and keep the other

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-55852118509140813052008-07-23T20:54:00.000-04:002008-09-01T13:32:12.029-04:00

I can remember how I used to speculate about how I would encounter my future.I was going to be big. Not the biggest, but something. We were all going to be something. I don’t think my aspirations or my optimism have changed much, but I look back on that spot I was standing proclaiming my conquest, and I realize now that the mere fact that I’m looking means something has changed. The knowledge

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Hate DayWelcome to my New Holiday.Soon enough it will be appropriated by all the artificial sentiment assembly lines and Hallmark-induced quasi-event.I hate it already.For the moment, I’ll stomach one revulsion while I revel in many others. These are the things I hate today. Try not to take a bite out of your monitor as you’re swept up in the spirit of the occasion.I’ll start things off with

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I consider this the most important of the most important questions:What inspired you when you were uncorrupted?The roots of the identity you've chosen, the basis for the decisions you've made, the goals you've sought, the campaigns you've supported, you hairstyles you've worn, the music you couldn't stand, and things your friends did that you couldn't stand for, all grew from the first thing that

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-40518266739320924972008-04-26T11:00:00.000-04:002008-05-16T09:34:34.063-04:00

I wonder sometimes if it's always been this way.It rolls back from the shore with our receding innocence; the eroding translucence of our youthful values is tragic and tragically inevitable. Our heroes are going to fail us eventually; it’s a truth we all encounter. As the younger generation matures in this environment of bombardment and sopping media saturation, I keep seeing figures ascend to

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In the glow of his 12-point font manifesto, the writer’s eyes tighten above a crooked Cheshire sneer:Sixty-seven cents of every dollar that has ever been spent in the entire existence of modern currency has been devoted to combating evil, in one form or another. These mounds of pounds and dollars and cents have been spent in service of good, countering villainy, disease, and undesirable politics

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-42182506709941947912007-08-19T19:08:00.000-04:002007-08-20T11:21:07.451-04:00

Have you ever been cursed by gentler ears for the audacity of wearing words in your discourse that belong beyond the boundaries of politeness, even though they bless upon your statement exactly the necessary nastiness? Like everything else we convey and exchange today, must we let the content of our discourse become secondary to packaging? Am I the only one who thinks polite conversation needs

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-14336803238728462482007-08-02T18:26:00.000-04:002007-08-05T20:54:54.364-04:00

I have an old jeep that nobody likes.To my knowledge my jeep has never intentionally sought to offend anyone. I’ve never caught it taunting the smaller two-wheel drive vehicles. It hasn’t behaved inappropriately by trying to reject its advancing years, by running with the younger, flashier SUVs and thus ensuing a sports utility scandal, or donning gawdy accessories in a vain makeover attempt. It

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I decided to be handsome today.As the morning sun drew across the water, at the spot on pond in the park with the best vantage point, I thought of all the idolized and idealized faces I saw on movie posters and magazines. I thought of the way the waitresses always look at Michael and the way the other angels look at each other when they ignore me at sunrise. I thought of the way humans perceive

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-85075916766251828382007-04-17T15:47:00.000-04:002007-06-01T13:27:12.062-04:00

Are shepherds necessarily representative of their flock?Is the flock responsible for the behavior of their shepherd?I’ll come back to that in a bit.You know how it’s all but irresistible to observe human misery?Sure you do.You might be a perfectly nice person and not all deserving of such an accusation. You might be the nicest person in the room, or maybe the nicest person you know. You might

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1171213251853158242007-02-11T11:57:00.000-05:002007-02-11T12:00:51.870-05:00

Like all egotistical beings, I’ve come upon a revelation that I believe must be shared. Nothing proceeding will shatter the earth or enlighten the endimmed, nonetheless, I have you, and I intend to keep you.When’s the last time you really looked at someone’s walk?They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Among the many analogies frothing to my surface, regarding brittle defenestration (

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1168108476264044392007-01-06T13:28:00.000-05:002007-01-06T13:34:36.283-05:00

For T & B (or M) I can tell by your smile it’s a story you seekAnd I think I’ve got the best story this week.I’m Wizardini and I’m from Ideale,A far away land that’s quite simply unreal.This story’s about a young lady named Teagan, you’ll seeand something quite special found just above her knee.Have you ever been to a place where everything’s pretty?The bugs are all cute, as sweet as your teddy,

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1160612710860419252006-10-11T20:17:00.000-04:002006-10-11T20:39:14.886-04:00

I thought I'd bring one out from the drawer. Enjoy the dust-off.Fixing the whole world can start with your toaster.Do you ever feel that without our devices we’d have very few vices at all? Put all of us together; all the people, places, gadgets, stuff and things that make up the living machine that is our society. Picture this big, sloppy engine turning in its inefficiently perpetual manner. As

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1144171736767726122006-04-04T13:12:00.000-04:002006-04-05T13:32:31.223-04:00

It has now been three months since I entered Del Iverson’s life. It’s not hard to create an interest in humans that can be manipulated into friendship. Doing so with Del was not difficult. Del made friends with your devil far faster than even I could have imagined, could I imagine.Though my time here has been comparatively short, considering all the time that I have seen, I feel sometimes I’m

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1141395643251420652006-03-03T09:17:00.000-05:002006-03-04T21:40:43.916-05:00

This is going to seem like a theological question, but I think of it as more of a philosophical one.Did Jesus Christ know he was going to rise again?Before retorts, debates, outrages and the like flood your mind and your guilty mortal soul, I would ask that reading eyes and mind’s eyes consider this question separate from a standpoint of moral or mortal or biblical responsibility. Don’t think of

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1132274638307402852005-11-17T19:40:00.000-05:002005-11-19T16:10:45.103-05:00

Let’s take the next few minutes that ease us toward the big ‘fade out’ to talk about what’s important.I was having a discussion the other day about a wine bottle opener. A friend of mine was ecstatic about this apparatus she had purchased for removing a cork from her dinner bottle. It included two arms that closed around the top of the neck like a vice, an arm like an electric chair lever that

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1118422470331829432005-06-10T12:52:00.000-04:002005-06-15T10:59:58.036-04:00

Among the annals of human invention and innovation the phenomenon of the Nick Name stands alone as our only derogatory sign of affection. It’s designed and used by those closest to us to point out our inadequacies, while addressing us, getting our attention in an intimate manner, or humiliating us in a crowded location. Only humans could be capable of insulting you with a notion of friendship.

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The Setting: A Backyard Patio on a sun-drenched afternoon…… The aspiration of every Beer Commercial.“Taylor, could you grab me beer?”“Forget it!”“Why not?”“Ernie, I’ve been getting beer for you all night. Get your own beer, goddamit, your ass could use the fresh air.”“But you’re already up.”“Don’t ask me again, in fact don’t ever ask me to get you anything ever. I wouldn’t get you a life jacket

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1111108049287278592005-03-17T19:47:00.000-05:002005-03-19T02:01:47.340-05:00

Welcome to my latest Short StoryIt goes out to all the misunderstood Angels out there.People have the wrong idea about me. I’m not the Devil they think I am.I sit rejected among God’s fallible beings as the Angel who sinned once. My existence in banishment has been spent mostly among my creator’s favorite creation; the mortals he crafted in his image. I walk among them as an observer. My name is

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1110826793555744092005-03-14T13:59:00.000-05:002005-03-14T13:59:53.556-05:00

I don't know who to admire more.

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Sometimes we’re just wonderful in our ignorance. As racing insects on our big round ant farm we can truly achieve greatness in the lowest points of our collective cravings. Despite an admirable move here and there, it seems to be our low points that define us. We achieve this deepening definition by listening to our cravings, and by crafting lives around distractions and cosmetic pleasures that

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1107768144705988562005-02-07T04:14:00.000-05:002005-02-07T04:22:24.706-05:00

Support your local... Me, by visiting my publication locations. Currently appearing in: The Opinion Section of Sonic Slang: www.sonicslang.com Stop by, cruise around, tell them how much you like me, you really really like me. I'd do it for you. Patrick PS. Those of you out there not named Rhonda are also welcome to join in the fun.

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A snippet from my late childhood, which is my early adulthood depending to whom you speak. I anticipate a chuckle or two so make sure your dental work is well fastened. Names and places have been changed to protect the people who will surely receive foot to ass therapy and mild public embarrassment from the following. I am me, occasionally called myself, or Mr. Super-Handsome, my accomplice will

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1105991914683600362005-01-17T14:58:00.000-05:002005-01-17T15:01:12.913-05:00

Pretty innocent looking, right? Don't be fooled.

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As social animals we herd in very strange fashion on hallowed ceremonial floors. As genders we each have our own peculiarities that emerge as we mingle and promote ourselves. Though the lengths women can tend to go in this self-promotion can be vexing, I believe the guys out there trying to entice and attract while they squirm and shudder have the ladies beat. When The Bee Gees sang “You

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1105086585090916922005-01-07T04:28:00.000-05:002005-01-07T03:33:47.383-05:00

Who do you trust? One of the best pieces of advice my dad ever supplied me with was: If you want someone to trust you, don’t ask for their trust. I am paraphrasing here, as I believe the original tidbit had something to do with getting girls, but as always with my dad, the logic is sound. Trust is quite a commodity. Trust is in fact such a rare form of currency today that people tend to be

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1105056324022270172005-01-06T19:05:00.000-05:002005-01-06T19:05:24.023-05:00

Don't be Intimidated...

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Heroes, goddamit, when will they get it? The job is simple enough, save the day, trounce your opponent, provide an example for all the mere mortals to follow, and if possible, look good in colorfully accessorized spandex while doing it. We, as the adoring public, and occasionally the damsels and damsos in distress (masculine for damsel, anyone?), have done our part by outlining these standards

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1104285558971964772004-12-28T20:59:00.000-05:002004-12-31T18:40:05.636-05:00

"I once caught a fish THIS BIG!"

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1104285076060792612004-12-28T20:50:00.000-05:002004-12-31T18:56:23.766-05:00

By popular demand, here it is… well, by three demands. At my level three requests is popularity. I’m going to start this yarn with a little prologue… because ending with one just doesn’t seem right. What’s it called when the drummer does the three beats after a bad one liner? I’d like to start this anecdote by raising to the foam a little lesson of passage that all men must endure. That lesson

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1103245451999920332004-12-16T20:03:00.000-05:002004-12-16T20:25:39.456-05:00

Last summer I was enjoying a sunny afternoon on the rocky banks of West Vancouver’s Lighthouse Park. The sun poured down on the water at the mouth of the Burrard Inlet and ran across the lilting waves like a finger drawn across piano keys. I was hiking with a buddy and his parents who were in town for a visit, and quickly becoming addicted, as many of us have, to an intoxicating Vancouver in

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My Favorite Entries: Drunk And Disorderly Dumb As Dirt Doobies All Day Clearly inspired by the picture. Thanks for commenting.

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Of all the things in the world that annoy me, there is an underlying uselessness that threads them all together. I don’t tend to concern myself with politics, or controversy, or isms for that matter. I really just tend to get irked by the things that I feel are using up brain cells that would be better served committing pornography to long-term memory. Among those things that needn’t be

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1101776082740349942004-11-29T19:54:00.000-05:002004-11-30T02:13:18.036-05:00

When's the last time someone cared enough to offend you? Just so you know, I care. Oh yeah, and God Bless Johnny Cash.

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1101775968544032162004-11-29T19:49:00.000-05:002004-11-30T13:29:37.216-05:00

I am sick of liking TV. I am so tired of seeking meaning and acknowledgement in a box that no longer offers any. Despite its unfathomable potential, we as unwitting consumers are continuingly offered product and ‘productions’ by people who are changing the message this medium once carried, and who are now essentially filling spaces between commercials. One of the universe's saddest truths is

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1101168367799897562004-11-22T19:06:00.000-05:002004-11-22T19:08:29.260-05:00

Would anyone actually have the audacity to say this guy became less cool when he started to lose his hair? Enjoy The Essay.

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1100630899608271352004-11-16T13:48:00.000-05:002004-11-16T13:51:01.010-05:00

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1100630065610702342004-11-16T13:31:00.000-05:002004-11-17T01:40:31.420-05:00

I had a revelation that I’d like to share with you. It wasn’t recent, in fact it’s something I’ve discussed with those gracious enough to humor me on several occasions. Nothing proceeding will shatter the earth or enlighten the endimmed, nonetheless, I have you, and I intend to keep you. When’s the last time you really looked at someone’s walk? They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1099960588490325572004-11-08T19:36:00.000-05:002004-11-10T16:58:33.076-05:00

D.A.D.:_______

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1099528691146758822004-11-03T19:37:00.000-05:002004-11-03T19:38:11.146-05:00

Would you be offended if I called you a clever fucker? You probably would be, and you’d probably have the right, but why exactly? Is it because we don’t know one another well enough for me to assume to have insight into your character or pastimes? Having referred to you as one who engages in sexual intercourse, have I offended you in assuming that you participate in such activities? Have you

Patrick Hughesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8998938.post-1099528637973939462004-11-03T19:33:00.000-05:002004-11-03T19:37:17.973-05:00

I saw someone die the other day. I was peacefully watching TV when it happened. It was awful; it was remorseless and cold. The murderer was brooding, yet dashing and heroic. His victim fell before him unceremoniously as I watched helplessly from my couch. No one rushed to the victim’s aide as the murderer then went on to save the day, committing no less than thirteen more homicides before he

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