Exhibit B: Chillin' Like a Villain
I'm guilty. I'll admit it. I'm as guilty as can be. I planned it all. Every step, every minute, every second.
I waited for him to come home, I waited for him to finish dinner, I waited for him to watch TV, and I waited for him to go to bed. And then, as he was snoring, I shot him. I shot him right through the heart.
Then I gathered up the things I wanted to take. But no more than I could carry without drawing attention to myself. I put it in the trunk of the car along with everything I needed for my new identity and went back inside.
I hit myself repeatedly with whatever was close by and carefully made the house look as if I had walked in on the burglary. I even made fake fingerprints on some of the surfaces and things that I'd hit myself with. Thank you Google.
And then, I dialed 911
I have to applaud myself on my act of the grieving and shocked wife. It was an Emmy winning performance. Tears and screaming and hysterics. I really am a good actress.
I planned the funeral and kept on the show of the grieving widow for a few days. The night before the funeral I got on a plane and just disappeared.
My husband is right where he belongs. In the cold ground with his cold heart and brutal hands. And here I am. In the sun and sand. Loving my new life. No more fear. Just happiness.
I am "Chillin' Like A Villain" as I believe the kids say now days.
This week was an intersection and my partner is ellakite. His entry can be read here... Selfless
I waited for him to come home, I waited for him to finish dinner, I waited for him to watch TV, and I waited for him to go to bed. And then, as he was snoring, I shot him. I shot him right through the heart.
Then I gathered up the things I wanted to take. But no more than I could carry without drawing attention to myself. I put it in the trunk of the car along with everything I needed for my new identity and went back inside.
I hit myself repeatedly with whatever was close by and carefully made the house look as if I had walked in on the burglary. I even made fake fingerprints on some of the surfaces and things that I'd hit myself with. Thank you Google.
And then, I dialed 911
I have to applaud myself on my act of the grieving and shocked wife. It was an Emmy winning performance. Tears and screaming and hysterics. I really am a good actress.
I planned the funeral and kept on the show of the grieving widow for a few days. The night before the funeral I got on a plane and just disappeared.
My husband is right where he belongs. In the cold ground with his cold heart and brutal hands. And here I am. In the sun and sand. Loving my new life. No more fear. Just happiness.
I am "Chillin' Like A Villain" as I believe the kids say now days.
This week was an intersection and my partner is ellakite. His entry can be read here... Selfless