Conundrum: an intricate and difficult problem.
This is where my encounter with cut1e101 left me. Empty beer bottles, a Taser, dill pickle juice and a rental car; not exactly the clean get away that I was hoping for. I did manage to pull it off though, or I would not be sitting here right now. This pickle incident happened 6 years, 212 days before today. As my fortune would have it, cut1e101 was checkmated before he could initiate the plans he had for me.
The main problem with this run was that I was in possession of evidence; items that I could not possibly take with me, yet I had no answer as to what I should do with them either. Nothing involved with this entire scenario fit my plans or my schedule, but somehow I had to succeed.
Looking back on this now, it reminds me of how inexperienced I was back then. Over the years I became the master at defeating the conundrum. I developed solutions for every possible situation that came to mind. As it would turn out though, cut1e101 was not the only man I have ever killed. I managed to get fooled another six times. Irony has never been one of my things, but I feel that it was damn unusual for me to find my way into the exact same scenario seven times. All seven of them offered me a beer after I introduced myself. Hell, I even killed all seven of the crazy bastards the same way (the other 6 times with my own Taser). The real conundrum was that all seven of those murders left me feeling empty. It made me want to go kill someone else just so that I could get my bodily chemicals back in balance. But even back then with cut1e101, I knew that my (M.O.) had purpose and just randomly killing someone for the hell of it was just a stupid thing to do. Random stupidity is what gets other Serial killers caught.
I have killed on average two people each month for almost seven years now. Seven bad apples in seven years are really not that bad of odds. I am so glad that technology and social networking has changed so much since the old chat room days. In today’s time it is much easier to weed out the freakish men and avoid the ensuing conundrum all together. But technology and a much better investigation process does not completely erase all margins for error; there is always that lingering one percent.
I left a lingering 1% hanging out there in the balance. For the authorities she happens to be their major conundrum. She would have been victim number 44 (Had I actually murdered her). I had some really exciting plans for “lonelybutready”, but when we met, I could not bring myself to kill her. We just talked for over an hour instead. She really wanted what I was offering, she wanted death! She had actually solved the riddle; she was the predator of sorts and had placed herself in my path. She stared death in the face, and she was not afraid. It was difficult to talk her out of her death wish, but she wanted death for other reasons that were outside the boundaries of my (M.O.).
Law enforcement Officers, the answer to your conundrum is: “lonelybutready” She knows what I am and what I look like; she could lead you right to my door step if she wanted to. The problem is, she never will; she appreciates what I am and what it is that I do. She really appreciated the hour that I spent with her and the gift that I was able to extend to her. I gave her the reason not to want death; I gave her the reason as to why she should enjoy the rest of her life. I gave her this:
If slow and steady always wins the race. Who wins the race if you play it out in reverse, the tortoise or the hare?
This is where my encounter with cut1e101 left me. Empty beer bottles, a Taser, dill pickle juice and a rental car; not exactly the clean get away that I was hoping for. I did manage to pull it off though, or I would not be sitting here right now. This pickle incident happened 6 years, 212 days before today. As my fortune would have it, cut1e101 was checkmated before he could initiate the plans he had for me.
The main problem with this run was that I was in possession of evidence; items that I could not possibly take with me, yet I had no answer as to what I should do with them either. Nothing involved with this entire scenario fit my plans or my schedule, but somehow I had to succeed.
Looking back on this now, it reminds me of how inexperienced I was back then. Over the years I became the master at defeating the conundrum. I developed solutions for every possible situation that came to mind. As it would turn out though, cut1e101 was not the only man I have ever killed. I managed to get fooled another six times. Irony has never been one of my things, but I feel that it was damn unusual for me to find my way into the exact same scenario seven times. All seven of them offered me a beer after I introduced myself. Hell, I even killed all seven of the crazy bastards the same way (the other 6 times with my own Taser). The real conundrum was that all seven of those murders left me feeling empty. It made me want to go kill someone else just so that I could get my bodily chemicals back in balance. But even back then with cut1e101, I knew that my (M.O.) had purpose and just randomly killing someone for the hell of it was just a stupid thing to do. Random stupidity is what gets other Serial killers caught.
I have killed on average two people each month for almost seven years now. Seven bad apples in seven years are really not that bad of odds. I am so glad that technology and social networking has changed so much since the old chat room days. In today’s time it is much easier to weed out the freakish men and avoid the ensuing conundrum all together. But technology and a much better investigation process does not completely erase all margins for error; there is always that lingering one percent.
I left a lingering 1% hanging out there in the balance. For the authorities she happens to be their major conundrum. She would have been victim number 44 (Had I actually murdered her). I had some really exciting plans for “lonelybutready”, but when we met, I could not bring myself to kill her. We just talked for over an hour instead. She really wanted what I was offering, she wanted death! She had actually solved the riddle; she was the predator of sorts and had placed herself in my path. She stared death in the face, and she was not afraid. It was difficult to talk her out of her death wish, but she wanted death for other reasons that were outside the boundaries of my (M.O.).
Law enforcement Officers, the answer to your conundrum is: “lonelybutready” She knows what I am and what I look like; she could lead you right to my door step if she wanted to. The problem is, she never will; she appreciates what I am and what it is that I do. She really appreciated the hour that I spent with her and the gift that I was able to extend to her. I gave her the reason not to want death; I gave her the reason as to why she should enjoy the rest of her life. I gave her this:
If slow and steady always wins the race. Who wins the race if you play it out in reverse, the tortoise or the hare?