if you ask me, four years for that is still bullshit. howโs the halfway house, though? treating you well enough?
( the pen and paper donโt get picked back up. not yet, at least. sheโs too sucked into the conversation now, note-taking can come later. )
โ-you know i do. theโ
i guess revenge isnโt. thatโs why i only had to get locked up four years. now iโm living at homestead halfway house. โฆ .. itโs in homestead.
(jeremy puts his head down on the table between his arms. all of a sudden he feels shaky. itโs not often he exposes such a โ
( quiet follows as her writing catches up to the end of his story. a somber look on her face, not one of pity or disturbance. justโฆunderstanding. )
itโs not that abnormal, you know.
( one thing sheโs learned from the people sheโs immersed herself withโnot just the killers,โ
the only time i told this story was to the freakinโ cops.
( snorts )
i didnโt think he was that cool. my dad always brought people like him around. i just liked that he bought me stuff. it made him useful.
yeah, i guess i found out he was pretty โscuzzyโ when โ
paper go down, and she leans in with something almost like gentleness. )
wanna know something? the most fucked up person i know has never even tried to kill anyone. not one single person. and donโt get me wrong, i know some totally fucked killers too. but itโs defโ