moments, and I knew that I would die trying to live in his light again. There would be no more quitting.

I know that one of these days I'm going to die. I'm not a good thief and I'm a far worse killer. I have taken to robbing people any time of the day or night, and one of these days some victim isn't going to lie down and take it. He's going to take that knife out of my hand and bury it in my diseased liver or something. That doesn't really scare me, and the fact that it doesn't scares me even more.

Remember when I told you about how the people became a part of the ritual? I think that's all I am now is just part of the ritual. I'm not an animal, I'm not even really a criminal. I'm just a junkie.