The most gripping, disturbing firsthand account...
...that I've read in a long, long time.
This article from the Anchorage Press:
This time last year I was plotting to kill a man. I was going to walk up to him, reintroduce myself and then blow his balls off. I was going to watch him writhe like a poisoned cockroach for a few seconds, then kick him onto his stomach and put three bullets in the back of his head. This time last year I had a gun, and a silencer, and a plan. I had staked out the man's tract home - the gray, two-story one with the maroon trim and the American flag hanging above the doorstep. He lives in Broomfield, a suburb of Denver, Colorado, and I had followed him to and from his job as an electrical engineer. I was confident I would get away with murder because there was nothing in recent history to connect me to him. Homicide investigators look for motive, and mine was buried 25 years in the past.
Via Drudge.
