I used to kill cats and you know other animals. You know that feeling where you see something and you wanna hurt it so bad. Well I went through with that. It’s like a high. It is a high. I used to take opiates and amphetamines. And I would brutalize them. I’m not a psycho: I know it’s wrong but it feels so good. It feels like power. Like being god or something. Like adrenaline like focus like a rush like evil but it’s intoxicating. I figured it out when I was a kid: there was a cat and I was petting it. Then I just randomly got the urge to start choking it. So I did. I squeezed it’s neck as hard as I could: it started clawing me and it felt good: I didn’t kill that one but that was the door and I stepped through it. I’m telling you. There’s nothing like it. I try not to do it. If I see like a cat I get those familiar feelings. Or some dogs. The way they look at you or something I can’t really put my finger on it. I would do it then always jerk off afterwards