Fragments Chapter 4 Page 13

Porn, promiscuous sex and killing, three addictions with so many similarities it makes you wonder how fucked up the human mind can get.

So many faceless drones to either screw or destroy and then disregard like a soiled rag! Meaningless sex, masturbation, and murder… Total madness!

He raises his eyebrows as he reads the words back to himself again, surprised at how messed up he was. But it was interesting. He called them drones then too, just like now:

Names were not important, their existence wasn’t either, just the variety and intensity of the experience I could extract from it. That “new girl smell”.

Did I shoot, stab or bomb the next mob boss? Did I screw a