Do you think it's possible to kill a person without ever laying a finger on him? Oh, I don't mean hiring hit men and that hogwash. When committing a crime, it's best to leave a trail you can explain.......in your favor.
But, I mean seriously........can you compel a person to make a particular choice? One that does him in, even if he doesn't know he signed his own death certificate?
I knew he was trouble from the second I laid eyes on him. Such an ass-wipe. YessiryessiryessirI'lldoanythingyouwantsir. People loved him. The right people, that is. Leaders. People with influence. Money. Connections.
The rest of them don't matter, you know. One should only spend his time bullshitting the folks who matter. Remember that. It's the only way to get ahead in life.
My father locked me in the root cellar when I was a boy. No, wait. He didn't just lock me down there. He threw in a few snakes. Poisonous ones. I can still hear them, hissing along the floor.
All right. I'll give you that.
They say our ears go last when we die. Sound. Some folks even claim to hear singing and shrieking and what-all.
It's the eyes. They hold out the longest. I know because I've been there, all right? I've seen it. When everything is out of sight, at least I know where I am.
He came through the door. Just after six. Like any other work-worn day.
He stooped to kiss her. Twirled her around the room.