I'm A Murderer
Ran over a squirrel today on the way to the gym. Obviously an accident, and not sure it'd have even mattered if I broke hard, still crushed his head. FIrst non-insect I've ever killed and I really can't ever see myself hunting after that. Naturally, I have a terrible day in poker following that. I really hate karma sometimes. Yes, I am that paranoid and superstitious, and I honestly believe there's a chance this could ruin my life. Well, at least I know I definitely won't ever commit some terrible crime unless it's total self-defense, because there's no way I could ever live with myself after, and would fear my comeupons the rest of my life.